here's a little something ripped out from one of my old sketchbooks. this seemingly cautionary children's yarn tale was written by one of my good friends Max Fenton. on the spot. right then and there. i was hanging out, summer vacation, in san francisco for a few days... and we started making "on the spot" little weird comix.
what i didn't finish, however, was this particular tale. although it can almost end there and work.
here's the rest of the story...
" The men who arrived in jackets and ties saw Clarence was totally nude. They laughed and they scolded then shot a few rolls and chided, "you're totally RUDE!" Clarence he blushed, and out the room rushed and chopped off his hands with a knife. His arms were a red, Clarence was dead, and just as his mother had said... His suit was laid out on the bed."
thanks max! hope to see you sometime soon.