The World Is A Ghetto

Front and reverse of the last job on the homemade rig. Tomorrow I will have a four color/one station manual table top press. Joy.

Three words have been ringing through my ears like a mantra, "Prepress, prepress, prepress." That's where the work is, as they say.

Mercifully, a front rolled through town tonight. It really cooled things down. The weathercast claims it never got below 75 degrees, but I swear for a whole minute it got down to the upper sixties. That makes all the difference while printing in my garage. Even at night that sucker is like a g.d. oven. Level up, son!

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Professor Laser for Laser Diagnostix