For several years, Jon made a living as a freelance graphic artist. Made a living? Eked out an existence was more like it. Between a profound lack of business acumen, a mortal dread of all things marketing (Jon still dives under the table when the phone rings) and a seething hatred for nearly everything he produced; let’s just say the operation didn’t have much going for it.

Ever-faithful Karen stuck it out with him through the entire misguided experiment. Eventually, he figured out something else to do with his life.

At any rate, a few of the less pustulent expectorations from that awful period are linked at the right.