Apr26
It’s been way too long since our intrepid hero had a proper debauch. He’s nearly forgotten who he is!
I recently scored extensions for the legs of my drawing table. I’m 6’5″, and my knees pretty easily find the bottom of it. If I lower the chair I feel like a gorilla riding a mini-bike. It didn’t occur to me that I’d wind up needing an entirely new chair to make it work. This was the first strip I drew with the extensions and the new drafting chair. The ink went along pretty smoothly, I thought.
Kevin Moore recently posted another terrific essay at Bikes and Buddies. It looks like another gem, so I recommend heading over and giving it a read. It’s called Pussycat.
Anyway, here you go. Up early tomorrow for the gym, like always.
Mmmm, been there, done that in the “old days” Time to find a nice park bench to sleep on.
when I was still pretty new to riding “real motorcycles”, I rode my Shovel “really buzzed” once to make last call at a bar closer to home…upon arrival, I queried my cousin that I had been following as to how many tail lights his truck actually had…upon getting a much lower number than my original guess, I immediately switched to Coke….never did that stupid shit again…
It’s safest to take a pilot’s view when riding. Eight hours from bottle to throttle. Saw you there this morning. Keep up the good work.
It is hard to tell a guy, “You can’t sleep here”…if he’s already asleep !! Zukiman