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.