Freelance writer, narrator and photographer.
PLEASE have a killer named I.M. KILER! It’s make a nice 1-dy break between actual stories
PANEL ONE:TRACY: Sir, what is your name?
PANEL 2:I.M.K.: Er, I. M. Killer…Why?
PANEL: 3:TRACY: Cuff him Sam.
SAM: And there’s still time to hit the sale at the Ultimate Donut Emporium!
Like a name like that wouldn’t be a clue of itself!
Sam did it, of course. He’s secretly been feeding Tracy crimes for decades.
Hexagonal. With deep. swirling seas of vegan chili and marshmallow mountains that are sooooowly melting. Better?
I smell a potentially evil spinoff strip…
Plot. Gets ’em every time.
The ultra-rare Barney Google As Elvis one.
When cunning fails, can reality be far behind?!?!?!!!!!!! RUN!!!!!!!!!!!
When I was a kid, I used to use the WWII aircraft observatory hill in my hometown for sledding. It was heavily tree-studded and ended in a stone retaining wall with a five foot drop. However, by using a snow shovel as a sled and the handle as a steering mechanism, I more-or-less survived.
I…uh..think those are the four sad little kale/veal pizzas with mustard sauce that he ate, included by way of clarification.