Further to Kurtz and Willard...

They're never taking me back, by the way.

This is a reference to a previous post recounting my moment of self discovery...that I was not, in fact, Captain Willard but rather, Colonel Kurtz.

Thus, the first appearance (for those of you who pay close attention and obsessively comb the archives searching for arcana) of Chatham's Review, a graphic story about a movie reviewer who is obsessed with his therapist's feet.

Hijinks ensue...



I'm too far upriver. I can't go back!

Are those Manolo Blahniks?