This is my third grade self-portrait. I’ve gotten progressively whiter over the years.
Took my dumbass 15 years to realize that his is a representation of a pale ass, alcoholic Irishman (gimme a HELL YEA!) before he came to terms with the fact he wasn’t at least half-black . Lately, he spends his time griping about the Jews.
Gotta have somebody to hate or how else are we going to get to the inner city church in this exponentially nuttier winter. Suggestions?