A fairly basic pin-up of the glory that is Squash, which fails to do him justice, but did lead to my uttering the phrase to James “Dude! My squash is ripped!” James agreed that it was.


Man, my scanner is nearly gone. I am saddened by the color loss on the colored pencil in the shadows, but the problem is that you can’t friggin’ buy a big scanner any more unless you want to lay out terrifying sums of money, and the notion of sewing together a dozen 8 x 10 chunks fills me with dread.

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