Been slowly picking away at this for awhile and it's finally starting to come together. Skin tone, hair, necklace, foot wraps, smoke, and chicken legs haven't even been touched yet. Still, happy with how it's shaping up.
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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