This is a one page comic from my current sketch book I named “Merry Peebles” It kind a just spilled out my head. As most of the drawings in that book do. I never know if any of these things make sense at all, I hope it at least looks interesting.
Saturday night on the Sunset strip. No better than a tourist chump looking for a cheap thrill.
I’m here about a dame. The siren kind. Nothing romantic at the moment. On the hunt for entertainment. I stumbled upon her two weeks back. She was doing one of them rehearsal sessions.
I was out carousing with the liquid phantoms trying to shake the mopes for a night.
Her and those boys she was playing with let me in for a song. I figured they were hurting for an audience, so I sat in.
She must have seen the drool on my chin. After the jam she invited me to one of their shows. A real one she called it. Said she’d even put me on the list. I told her “No one ever put me on a list that was good” She smiled and gave me a tap.
I think it was her way of copping a feel on me. It’s been too long since a knock out like that laid a finger on me.
Too long as in never. In the corner of my eye I seen the bass player not taking too well to the flirt. I took to it though. I took to her pretty good also.
So, here I am.
Saturday night on the Sunset strip.
I go to the front past the line of unsuspecting fashion victims. A neanderthal with the rings of Saturn stained on his arm pits guards the door. He gives me a bull blast from his nostrils.
You can never be too assuming in a situation like this I says to myself. I lean forward and whisper in my best adult voice
“I’m on the list. Dudley Morse” I tell him.
He snickers. They always snicker.
I never use my real name. Not to strangers. Not even to a bombshell. I’ve learned the hard way on how many shapes and sizes creeps come in. Dudley is who they get to deal with that.
I’m in past the soiled velvet rope. Just in time to hear the first act finish up.
The joint looks like a disco ball exploded leaving nothing but the scent of cheap cologne and polyester shrapnel.
I ask the bar keep for a beer and house whiskey. I settle in the debris, patiently waiting for that siren song.
I got shut in for the weekend, I wanted to get out, so I compromised and wrote about going out. This story is going somewhere, but I it’s important to get feedback for me sometimes. This being one of those times. Let me know if you’d be interested in more of this kinda stuff. Until then, thanks for reading this far.
Here is a scene from a script I have in production called Begin: Transmission.
In this scene Mike is forced to witness the stage: one transmission effect of his spouse Tracy.
The next scene will introduce our protagonist and his alienating obsession.
I’m very happy to be working with Robert Earl Ray and his new production studio Rowdy Scallywags!
I look forward to the next scene!
I’m in hell. Not damnation, just hell like temperatures. 90 to 100 degrees where dwell daily. It’s hot ya’ll. It can be difficult to focus on art stuff. Since I am all about frowns upside down, then right side up thenupsidedowndownsideupupsidedown…ok I’m manic! None the less I try to make the best. I started thinking hell and high water and came up with water color exorcises! I wondered around town during high noon doodling in pockets of inspiration. With my trusty ball point pen I came up with some cool stuff. Brought them back to the inferno and began to water color them. The awesome thing was since is was soooooooo devilishly hot the colors dried and cured almost instantly.
Without further a due, I share:
I guess I’m in a little more of a Sci-Fi mood lately because I have the Galactic Film Fest on my mind. Aliens and quantum physics have been the choice of reading the past couple of months.
This comic short is about genetics….or whatever.
Doing some layouts/storyboards for a project. Went on a bit of a tangent sketching this out. This is not from anything as of yet, just thought it would be a cool scene to see. It’s sloppy, but eh. I can clean it up later if I dig it enough. I usually walk away from layouts for a couple of days then go back to see if I still like them or if they make any sense.
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OVER 50 SHADES OF GREY!
10 DIFFERENT SIZES RANGING FROM PEE BRAIN TO MEGA DOME!
Coming soon from My Emo Vortex!