Dylan Williams is gone. I had a real good cry when i read the news a few hours ago, my 6-year old son Carter consoling me the while. Dylan's illness pretty much came up out of nowhere in the first place, at least for me. And now he's gone. We'd see each other several times a year, at parties, conventions, books stores, wherever — Portland's a small town — and while i'd heard he had some health issues, he himself certainly never let on about it or to what extent. I just participated on a comics panel with Dylan at the IPRC not long ago, and he was just as vital a comics intellect and crazy fanboy as ever. Part of the comics cognoscenti. I'd known Dylan since i began publishing; his activity in San Francisco with Puppy Toss was a huge influence on me, and was one of the catalysts that gave me the publishing bug. I featured some of his own comics in the Top Shelf anthology way back when. Wither Sparkplug, damnit? Shit crap damn. Dylan was a friend and a peer and he was one the good guys...

I'll miss you. I've no doubt you'll be kicking some ass wherever you are now...