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Jefferson “Jeffy” Tinydog 2014-2024 In the Spring of 2010 Estelle and I moved from the house we rented to The Waldo , an upscale renovated apartment building in Downtown Cincinnati. Due to the recession and changing climate of downtown at the time, we were able to get a great rent price and live in the heart of the city. I was working at LPK Design up the street, so I was living literally 2 blocks from my job. Down the street from us was Washington Park, also recently renovated. The park had a dog area, and I told Estelle now that we lived in a spacious apartment near an awesome park, we should get a dog.   Fast forward to January 2014. I was now working as an independent designer (I was laid off from LPK in 2011). I was on site with one of my clients when I got a text message from Estelle. She sent me a picture of a dog. This dog was SMALL… super teeny tiny (about 5 pounds at the time). It was a 6-month-old black and tan Chihuahua/Yorkie mix and was just as sweet and adorable as h...

A place to study math at, matter of fact, I learned it all, burnt it all. This (blog) is where I bury the ashes at  – Jay-Z, “No Hook” 2007 I am a failed comic book artist. Let me back up; from around age 12 to about age 28 I wanted to draw comic books. Comics were all I cared about, they were all I thought about. I wrote and drew my own comics since I was in middle school. I went to college to study art. I met other people who were also aspiring pros who are still my friends today. I went to comics conventions with my portfolio. I did a try out for DC in 1993. I self-published my own comics in 96-97. I also lost a whole lot of money! This time was before digital short run printing, so I had to print a minimum of 1000 copies at about $1 per copy. I had to give Diamond Distributors ½ of the cover price, plus other costs = I was barely making enough to support doing my own comics. The comic book business in the late 90s and early 2000s was utter garbage. After the speculator boom of ...