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up with figs, thugs

Once upon a time, Lisa and Adrienne worked for the same alternative newsweekly. Now, both spend their respective days mining their creative souls and leading hermit-like lives. And so an idea was hatched. Every week, one would send the other a sketch - either in illustration or word form - and the other would make a companion sketch. The result would be posted on both their blogs every week, just for grins. Even if the result isn't award-worthy, the exercise might make both minds more nimble. Hopefully.


It used to be that you knew who the thugs were. You had your Whiteys and your Jimmys. Anyone with a soft-sounding nickname was most likely a thug. You had your Bugsys and your Luckys.  

Now the thugs likely go by Thad or Tim. They wear suits. Street corners aren’t their habitat, trading floors and air-conditioned offices are. We know they are thugs not because they beat a stoolie with a bat but because someone leaked email about fixing the LIBOR. 

It’s all so complicated now. It’s all so intertwined.

Text ©Adrienne Martini; illustration ©Lisa Horstman. Until the end of time. Or something.


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