So I started coloring the Nixon v. Pokemon piece. Still a ways to go before it's done, but at least a big chunk of the flats are done. I guess it's time to take another stab at getting a couple of hours of sleep before work tomorrow.
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.
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