The man with chocolate brown irises, bushy dirty-brown hair, and a chipped tooth exists.
I know, I know…color doesn’t matter; the chipped tooth shouldn’t be mentioned, and speaking of the dirt in the man’s hair would probably classify me as a filth-phobe – and yet, I couldn’t resist sketching him.
Have you seen this man somewhere?
Do let me know if you’d like to order a life-size poster of the above gentleman.
As a rule, I don’t publish my doodles. They should be found no place other than my to-be-shredded-in-the-future tray, and all the new ones should follow their brethren to the gallows. They aren’t pretty and they aren’t happy – and when has the world been kind to the ugly and the unhappy?
And yet, I couldn’t bring myself to throw this one away, because it tells a story in which I once played a part.
I’ll let you read the story in these overlapping, untidy lines.