Kevin Spear Sketchbook 0808, page 106-107
Things weren’t going so well for the home team. It was a cold night and they were losing. At least the cheerleaders kept up motivated even as they bundled up.
Kevin Spear Sketchbook 0808, page 106-107
Things weren’t going so well for the home team. It was a cold night and they were losing. At least the cheerleaders kept up motivated even as they bundled up.
Caption: “I learned I need to love my enemies. And lucky you, are the closest thing I have to one!”
“Enemies” is such a strong word for me. Enemies sound like someone is ready to blow me up or engage me in a sword deal on my way to work. Sure, people get on my nerves. I get on people’s nerves. Perhaps that’s the closest I come to loving an enemy. I better get started.