At one time — a long, long time ago in the dark days of high school — I wanted to draw comic books. All the time. For a living. The other day one of my old high school friends (What up, Morton?) popped by the house and gave me a concrete reminder of that. That is, embarrassing old teenage comic book art. Since I seem to love embarrassing myself here’s a panel from what was then going to be some sort of far-flung-future swords and sorcery epic. If my son gets his artwork on here, why not me?
Asking me to explain it will be met with, uh, threats to become one with the sands.