Artwork by Sean Cliver Manufactured at PS Stix Hand-Screened at Screaming Squeegees Caveat: Be aware that blemishes and imperfections are an expected and accepted part of the screen-printing process. Each board is screened by hand, one at a time, layer upon layer, making each print unique unto its own—just like snowflakes! That said, sorry, but we will not consent to any returns unless the graphic is determined to be unacceptable at our discretion. Please take this into consideration prior to ordering any screen-printed boards. Dimensions: 8.875 x 32.875 Specs: Nose: 7.0 / Tail: 6.5 / WB: 15.0 Product Description: If you read the "I Read Books" zine by Carnie then you'll see where he expressed a mild surprise that I had chosen Kurt Vonnegut over my other contending favorite author Richard Brautigan. And I may have, but my damn head got tied in a damn knot whenever I thought about what the graphic would be due to a very large and very thorough biography about his life entitled Jubilee Hitchhiker: The Life and Times of Richard Brautigan that I devoured at perhaps the worst possible point in my life. Long story short, spoiler alert, Brautigan had demons—a few of them familiar to me—and he offed himself via a gunshot to the head at the age of 49 in Bolinas, CA. Bonus: His body wasn't found until about a month later. Was it decomposed? Hell yes. A truly depressing end to someone who once crafted heartbreaking sentences of staggering genius that made me drop his books and my jaw in awe. Anyway, the aforementioned kept Brautigan at bay, so I instead went with the author first introduced to me in a World Literature class during my senior year of high school: Kurt Vonnegut. The book was Cat's Cradle, and while it had some resonance then it wasn't until five years later that I picked up Breakfast of Champions at the behest of Jeff Tremaine—and that was a literary game changer. The book struck a strong, dark satirical chord with me that just so happened to coincide with my beginning to branch out from pen 'n' paper on graphics to the QWERTY keyboard on Big Brother magazine. Fast forward to today, some 30 odd years later, and I'm still sardonically laughing through all the shit the best I can. So it goes. —Cliver
