Fugitive Baboons, Swanky and Intimidating in Their Barfly Overcoats

This is the only drawing in an ancient sketchbook I rediscovered in my files. I posted the cover yesterday.

If you have but one drawing in a sketchbook, then this is the one you want.

Dude, stream-of-consciousness poetry about baboons, bus station watchdogs and loan shark feeding time. It's rad.

Then there's that cool super dense cross-hatchery, weird-ass cartoonery and I bet you can't count how many of those little circles I drew.

So, April is National Poetry Month? Here's my entry. I think I just won that freakin' thing.

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