Along the way, he goes to a shrink and I think he got tired of the shrink and killed him. I'm really not sure though. All I know is that after looking at this 24 years later, I can tell that I really didn't have much love for school. I'm sure my subject matter would have been different had I had a better time with the dreaded high school years. At least I got some cool drawings out of it.
|Some assorted Hell Scapes|
|Portrait of the Artist blown to bits|
|Drinking and Driving do not mix|
|This is one of my favorites, because honestly, it scares the crap out of me. Even at 17, I knew that nuclear war was the game of psychotic children.|
|The protagonist visits a shrink.|
|Looks like the treatment wasn't working.|
|Cartoons are like clowns after a while. Too damn creepy.|
|Murder, it's always so damn messy!|
|The Devil was not pleased with his commissioned work by the artist. Where were the pretty trees and the rainbows and unicorns?|
To end this disturbing cavalcade I have added something more tame and not from the Horror Diary. In 1993, I drew Winona Ryder from a Premiere Magazine promotional photo shoot for Bram Stokers Dracula. Looks nothing like her, but I dig the look.
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