The year was 2007. It was a chilly December.
The snow fell and the wind blew as a degree in
comic art was imparted to a former film maker.
Armed with this tandem of academic achievement
he walked off into the cold, snowy night.
He draws. He teaches. He cries.
The squirrels plot against him.
1 comment:
This baby is totally sweet!
One of your best I've seen lately, and a great idea for the con. Can't wait to see it finished :)
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