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About Mayaguez

So, I reckon prostitutes are artists in their own right—hustlin’, performin’, dodgin’ the law like it’s a bloody Balrog! “You shall not pass!” I’d bellow at the coppers, but they’d just laugh. Makes me mad, that—society’s all “oh, how dare they,” but who’s payin’ ‘em? Hypocrites, mate! Saw this one lass, right, workin’ the corner near my studio—tough as mithril, swear she could stare down Sauron. Reminds me of that line, “I don’t know how long I can hold out.” She’s holdin’ out, alright—rain, creeps, the lot.

INTRODUCTION

I duck into a nearby café on Calle Antonio R. Barceló. I’m sittin’ there, watchin’ the rain pour, and I start sketchin’ ideas for my next game. I’m thinkin’ about a character who gets stuck in a rainstorm, just like me. It’s kinda funny how life inspires art, ya know?

Getting Down and Dirty in an Underground River in Puerto Rico (Published 2007)