When he returned to camp alone, Ryan told his fellow loggers that they had been attacked by a bear. Ryan claimed to have been knocked out by a glancing blow, and said that when he came to, he found that the cook had been dragged away. Ryan told the lumberjacks that he had tried to track the bear, but a snowstorm had obliterated the tracks. Search parties were sent out, but they found no trace of the dead cook. Meanwhile, Ryan made himself scarce while the men were out searching, and no one ever found out where he went.

This is my journal that I am writing from Northern Illinois University.

This is my journal that I am writing from Northern Illinois University.

This is my journal that I am writing from Northern Illinois University.

This is my journal that I am writing from Northern Illinois University.

This is my journal that I am writing from Northern Illinois University.

A quotation, a cult suicide and a cartoonist – what connects them?

~ Ryan Jacobs
8th April, 2011.

My friend Ryan died of an overdose on November 16th 2000 in Echo Park California. He was a struggling independent film maker with a promising career and talent.

This is a limerick about a jet black cat.