Back in the early 00’s, I had a friend we called Noah, who’s last name began with an F and who worked with me at an AM radio station with only three call letters (which makes it a classic radio station) in the heart of New York. At that time, I was apparently never wrong, always dating and able to speak with my cat Alfred, who is now happily living under the alias Silly in a warm and quaint residence somewhere on the west side of Manhattan.

Today, while cleaning up my office so that I could get down to work, I found copies of these comics from “back in the day.” In the first installation of jamye’s never wrong (see below) are the first two pages of one of the batches of photocopied weirdness. Noah was (and still is) an eccentric sort of guy, one with the heart of Bambi and the looks of Charles Manson after the murders. I often thought he’d get arrested for a crime he only looked like he could commit. His esoteric references to things that happened way before he was ever born and his love of Al Kooper are two things I found oddly fascinating about him. What he’s captured here, in this particular page, is that when I was single and in my 20’s, I liked to date. Now single and in my 30’s, I’d like not to date as many people and meet someone super special in that organic type of way. Through a friend. Through a dinner party. Through a friend at a dinner party.

Observation: Glad to see at least some things do change.

The other people inked on this page of jamye’s never wrong are john and becky, both co-workers of mine and both people who had to endure my former life and self every monday-friday. John was my sound engineer/board operator and Becky was another a producer. And if you click on the pictures, they grow bigger.