Although there hasn’t been any official word, I think Norman is no longer working here. Although I don’t want to start posting work gossip on here (too late) I heard something about his delusions being places in the wrong hands and he was asked to go home the friday I was in Chicago and he hasn’t been back since. Yesterday when I went in the printshop all of his pictures were taken off the wall. I dug his photocopy of Morgus out the trash and hung it next to my desk. If nothing else it’s a reminder of just what this place can do to you if you’re not careful. Kidding. Norman was a loon but he was… Norman. In some strange way I’ll miss having imaginary hand granades thrown at me, or being help up (and eventually shot anyway) by Norman and his invisible gun. Perhaps one day I’ll look back and laugh at the pictuesque landscapes he’d draw with his crayons and markers – and the dead bodies with our names written above that filled them. Oh well norman… Wish I could have said bye. Please don’t come back and kill me. :)
I’ll have some exciting photo’s from Chicago as soon as I have enough money to get them developed!
