Twenty five years ago, back in late May of '92 and a few days after graduating from college, I joined a band as a guitarist. Not only was I playing guitar in this band, but I would soon be drawing illustrations as flyers to promote our gigs.
An image of a man, blood trickling down the side of his head, as he holds his rifle, his mouth slightly open, his eyes glaring straight down the viewer with hate and fear, an image rendered in black and red.
This is a panel shot of a close up of a charact...
Anything comes to mind? Freewheelin' and scattered thoughts, trying to put something together instead of staring at a blank screen, thinking what the hell do I write?
Well, the first thought is to start with an intro of sorts and then for the next few bl...
