I've done a little work with the fine folks at Gnarly Magazine, the Kustom Kulture Magazine. I want to show it off...but I can't. The next issue comes out at the first of October...so you gotta wait til then. I'm stoked to be in the mag, and am looking forward to, hopefully, a long and weird (in the best sort of way) relationship with them.
It'll likely get scanned into the ol' computron to have coloring goodness(?) added to it. Felt really good to touch pencil and pen to actual paper. I really dig the digital stuff...but hands on contact? Man oh man, that's the proverbial shizz right there.
Though I'm "retired", I've been in and around skateboarding since 1975. There are guys older than me still kicking major amounts of ass on that useless wooden toy. It's a young man's (or girl's...person's?) game though, no matter how much the grey hair rips...or more to the point blabbers on about "back in the day"
I love you skateboarding! Thanks for the memories.
I never fail to be mystified at willful ignorance. Trust me when I say I'll never be mistaken for a Rocket Surgeon, and those that live in glass houses should avoid operating heavy machinery, but still...
This is my second depression oriented strip (panel? comic? I don't even know what to call it). I'm not chasing a theme, or mired in any sort of funk...I just thought both were funny. Dang...if you feel the need to explain yourself (or is it, "If I feel the need to explain myself"?), then maybe it's not funny. Dang #2, now I'm second guessing. Meh...
Here's the strip...panel...comic...whatever it is. Funk free and only mildly second guessed.