Sketches from when I was 18.

Digging through boxes recently excavated from the tombs of my past I dusted off a sketchbook from when I was 18 years old.

Here are a few of its worthless treasures...

From a magazine page, drawn freehand.




Atomic Dog. Re-drawn freehand.




Sketched on LSD.



I always wished for a best friend just like this.




The Bubblemen. (Look them up.)




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