Life

Hangman

Carl

It would appear, from some sheets of paper I found tucked away within a box of things I haven’t looked at in years, that somewhere around 1981, 1982, my roommate Danny and I engaged in a vigorous and creative game of Hangman.

The game seems to have started out simply. We must have decided we’d finish the drawings whether we got the words or not. “Strength” is a drawing by Danny. “Mechanic” is my drawing – for some reason at the time I frequently doodled a guy with a sorta carrot-shaped head. “Volume” is Danny’s drawing.
My fingerprints are all over “Fingerprints.” The weird candycane snowman combo is Danny’s.
Things just got weird with my drawing for “Telegraph.” And Danny appears to have invented a suspension robot for “Cup.”
What was I going for with “Coastal”? Not sure. Judging by the missed letters, Danny had plenty of opportunities to flesh out the drawing for “Waxy.”
I mean, I had to get sacrilegious at some point, didn’t I? And then Danny brought Leonardo daVinci into the picture.
We were children of the space age, with my spaceman for “Turntable” and Danny’s for “coitus.”
If there’s a reason I didn’t finish my beer-bellied dude, I suspect it was Danny’s booze.

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