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  • One of my oldest male friends had to have his prostrate removed. He asked me to make an invite to a going away party. "Bon Voyage Lil Guy" the poster was to say. He imagined the prostrate waving good by from the prow of an ocean liner and himself on the dock holding his lap dog. The party was fun. We had it on his deck and people brought finger food and drank wine and cooked chicken on the grill. Shelby thought it was a very healthy thing to do. When she made tumors of her own she wanted me to make a poster for her. Her idea was that people are getting sick all the time and we all have trouble with it. Some irreverent sentiment is necessary just to restate that we are in control of our own lives. She thought it would make a good business. So, I made this image for her. She is doing better and I am happy.
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