I won this bastard in the Johnston County Art Fair, along with some really nice colored pencils.  It was my primary sketchbook for the last couple of years of high school.

   Drew this one based on a picture of a bat from my encyclopedias.  Somewhere through the years, I lost the encyclopedias--I think after my mom threw me out, but it might have been before..?

   This here's Tipper Gore--get it?  Ha!  My cousin had a picture of her on the wall, so that if he met her on the street, he knew to kill her--not a big fan of the PMRC's work, I'd say--but like most of the stuff in his room it was torn up.  Looking at the picture gave me the idea to draw what I could see, and "gore" what was missing.

  This is Guthead, another unrealized comic-book being.  He's a skeleton that has to fill his broken skull with guts to grow in strength.  This is how he looks at peak power.

   One of Guthead's foes--Crash.  Bet you can't guess why he's called that...

   Another gift of Moose's was splattering with markers.  Take a marker, paint marker, sharpie, whatever, and slap it against the blade-edge of your palm, until it starts to spatter.  Then do this thing here with it.  Then take a day off, as the marker you chose made molasses seem quick to drip.