I’ve posted one of my old cartoon stories and some highlights from the fourth issue of my zine Mongrel, for no good reason. Click on the thumbnails to see the legible versions.
Once upon a time when I lived in the city, I owned a white german shepard. He was afraid to go out. We had to either carry him or take him for a drag. He ate a bottle of shampoo and got sick. We gave him some medicine and he threw up all the shampoo. We got rid of him because it wasn’t right that he should live in an apartment.