Feeling down, depressed, useless, tired of living ect? Imagine one night while walking down a dark alley you meet an armed robber who takes the rest of your money. The gun to your head becomes ironic. The trigger is pulled granting your unspoken wish. Only it was not the end you had intended. It’s the begging of what you have become.
This was suppose to be a one page comic thumbnail exercise. After the layout I decided it needed one more page. After the second it still felt incomplete. After two days of picking, staring and scratching at it, I had to walk away as to not obsess. I have a tendency of becoming passionate (obsessive) at the silliest things.
Draw in my Merry Peebles sketch book.