This is a homage to my friend J.B. Shoemaker who, even though he was just about to set sail to Bahamas, had to check out early.

Our expat paths crossed in prague, I met him in the infamous Prague expat haunt Marquis de Sade that he ran at the time.

From the time we first met he was always a source of inspiration, from our plans of writing graphic novels together-

there was one about a hunchback in the Tyn and a mysterious large amount of Dwarfs in Prague, entitled Dypsomania:

or a more obscure and ramble-full tale of three pals on an adventure, including 49 year old quarterbacks, and finger-eating spitting lizards:

to his inability of showing up on time or when promised, followed by his talent for excuses that made it all worth wile:

Im sorry you had to leave so soon JB, I was hoping for more stories to come.