Wednesday, March 28, 2012


I'm getting tres original with these titles, I know.

First, before I put anything out here, I want to share this little tidbit with the rest of the world. Not so much as news, but more of a crazy little happenstance.

Two weeks ago, I sent Joe to get milk at Wawa. (For those not on the East coast, just pretend I said Kwik-E-Mart.) I notice he's taking an unusually long time coming back. 10 minutes. 20 minutes. I call. I text. No response.

Almost an hour later, he walks in.

"I know you've been trying to get a hold of me, and it's a good thing you're sitting down..."

Oh no. He was robbed. He lost the bank card. We owe the Mafia. All 3 even.

" happened?"

"It's Thomas."

I sigh with relief. A co-worker the both of us had the pleasure of knowing for a few years. But why did he seem so serious about it? Maybe he was in the hospital. The guy did have a lot of medical problems...

"Oh. Well, what about Thomas?"

"He's in jail..."

I pause. I think of any little nuanced thing he could be in jail for. Parking tickets. Back taxes. What could really be worth locking him up for?

"...for manslaughter."

My mouth hangs open.

"Thomas?! No freaking way!"

"That's what I said at first. I just got off the phone with Herbie though. He told me."


"Egan told him. Egan was the first one to find out about it. He looked it up, then put it through the Tower Reunion Facebook, and the news got around pretty quick."

I took me a while to register what he had said. This guy that we had both known....this guy, who, my father had known and worked with as well...was in jail. For manslaughter. The guy who didn't really cuss...the guy who never even got into a tiff with a customer over even the most irritating thing...the guy who had told us his hair had moods...the guy who had the perpetual booger hanging out of his right nostril...

In jail. Manslaughter.
And as more news hit us, the charges got worse.

This is the story, should you be interested:


Now for the original intent of this post. Seems like kind of an odd shift, I know.

Do enjoy, though. The quality isn't too great, but that's only because I took pictures of them with my cell on my kitchen table. Yes, they are sketches. No, they are not inked. I tried cropping them to my best ability, but some still have some junk in them. Oh well.

 Yes, feel free to make 'Little Shop of Horrors' references. It's intentional.
 "Acid Trip". I did this a while ago, but I think it's still pretty neat. How many other cute anime girls have their faces melted off in such a delightful manner?
 "Banshee" She's on the same page I did with another one I did when I was feeling occult-y.
 I affectionately call this one 'Head Lance', though, I never gave it an official title. It's actually my favorite to date.
This one also does not actually have a title, though, I did come up with this and two others while having my own merry little Calabrese music marathon. And, if you can read that fuzz, you can even see which song I was abusing at the moment. <3

These were the first round cherry picked from my book o'stuff. I have a few more I uploaded into my laptop, but I'll post them later. I might try to even color one of these if I'm feeling spunky.

Until then.

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