It's way too hot to go outside during the daytime, at least to walk or bike anyway, so while I'm waiting for my car to go to the garage tomorrow I started to draw like crazy and it looks like I'm drawing some sort of graphic novel at the moment.
There's not really a subject. It started because Jason of next door called me 'dude'. I wrote down the first part of a conversation that kind of goes nowhere and takes place between two characters: me (a crow) and some guy with a helmet on (somewhat like 'the Stig' from the BBC series 'Top Gear') who had already appeared in some drawings I did a couple of months ago. This is my imaginary friend with whom I have futile conversations that mostly take place in my head.
My working table is in fact a pingpong table, which is very suitable for LA, I think.
