These are the many Heads of Dean Space 9, the Next Generation. I have always enjoyed heads. Heads are cool. I don't feel the need to explain this. It's just instinctively true.

As many of you know, The Head of Heads started to call us Head when we worked at Arista, in Midieval Mineola. It was a special time of Boobies and Shandies, soilings and Work and Turns. There were hissy-fits and Art and Prints Today. We eventually survived those times, even though we did not move our pegs.

From this time, we have the memory and tradition of heads to sustain us.

I have a series of stills from my apartment, Dean Space 9, the Next Generation to share with the world.

PROCEED WITH THE HEADS.