AAAAHH MEMORIES!! This one is a bag of both great and not so great feelings because nostalgia, but also because the anatomy and logic behind their attire and characters are wroooong. To fill in the bubbles we have myself in the center for starters. The cat left of me and the other cat eating a sandwhich were two characters from my dead comic "Copper County Blues" which partway through page 10 (and in my senior year of high school) I realized how cliche and angsty then plot was shaping up to be so I cancelled it. I really don't regret that because it was not fleshed out well at all.

The gist of the plot for that was the male's mother was a queen-pin in a rural gang who was arrested and sentenced to serve life in prison for trafficking guns and drugs, the female is the male's girlfriend, and their high school year is shaken apart when his mother breaks out of prison, screws over the people who threw her under the bus, and they become targeted by the faction and the police. My first flaw was I had no idea how the justice system or gangs worked, and no idea how to end it. When writing, you should know how the story should end before you start it, then fill in the details. It could have been good, but that is one hell of a time and energy consuming process that I will never have time for. Maybe in the next life.

Behind those two are Donavik and Terry. Next to them is Haddock and Malton who are in dress, but are toting their rifles because I thought it'd look better at the time. Now I'm looking at it going "why?" Black Rose is resting on my shoulder touting a knife. Ron and Janie next to them, then old style Shanon and Zeyo are on the far end.

I did own that desk and lamp growing up, too. The desk had some weird clam-shell tribal carvings in it. Still feels like yesterday looking at this now.

Done with pencil, pen, paper, and eraser.
October 2012 (?)