*Chrome & Bone* Art by Benjamin Hatton

I’ve seen people at their absolute worst, and I’ve seen what remains after everything else has been stripped away. It has been interesting. A very long story. It began with me as an idiot. I hope we are only somewhere in the middle, with me slowly becoming wiser. And for the record, I’m not an artist. I don’t particularly intend to become one. Drawing started as a way to get somewhere else—a few pairs of shoes, some coffee, something to make this place a little more survivable whenever I’m forced to come back here, which remains far too often. Still, I wouldn’t come back anywhere else. It’s our home. I’m just trapped in the damn basement. And somewhere down here, I learned how to dream on paper. I appreciate your attention, and I hope something I create helps you say something about a dream of your own. Ben