Imagine you suddenly wake up and you are in a body you don’t recognize, you are married with two kids who call you dad, and you’re late for work. That’s me...
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Thanks for Nothing Will
Written in the dark With Shakespeare in the park Half lines and blurry bits of prose
The outline is a mess I needed light, and desk Where this story leads, I do not know
Finished this drawing up in class earlier in the week. Scanner a bit too small to show the whole peice, but I gotta tell you, it doesnt look to bad for a once a week gig and a pencil. One of these days...