Buster McLeod spotted at Pike & Minor 518 days ago

It was either Sir Buster or another lanky fellow with good fashion sense and turquoise hair. My lungs were full of cigarette smoke or I’d have given him a shout-out.

Buster McLeod spotted at McLeod Residence 580 days ago

For this piece I wanted to explore a specific relationship between a Seattleite and his surroundings. When work, home, and social life converge upon a two-block radius, what impetus does the urban Notable have to venture outside his bubble for sustenance? Is Buster’s relationship with Chilidog one of convenience, or would he seek it out even when visiting the wilds of, say, Ballard?

The first two panels invite the viewer to contemplate the grease of the wiener and the stark yellow of the so-called “nacho cheese” and therein understand Buster’s Chilidog infatuation. The third frame captures a fleeting moment of shame as Buster equates the consumption of the readily available Chilidog to a repressed memory of a particularly regrettable one-night stand. Our Notable powers through, however, and proof of victory is noted in frame four. Chilidog is Buster’s neighbor, his muse, his demon. Is their proximity their curse?

Buster McLeod spotted at Crocodile Cafe 570 days ago

He was drinking coffee!

Buster McLeod spotted at McLeod Residence 604 days ago

We were cleaning up on the morning after the New Year’s Eve party (which I suppose it technically known as New Year’s Day) and I found these glasses. I spotted myself in the photo booth.