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Killer Worms Are Attacking

lba

on Jan. 22, 2008

Yeah, that's my brutal chicken scratch in there. The normal text just didn't seem effective. I've had this one sitting in my sketchbook waiting for it's day to come for quite a while now.

I do like to go fishing once in a while. I suppose that's a result of my growing up no farther away than a short walk from the nearest park with a pond. Most of my free youth however was really spent throwing a hook into the water and then forgetting about it while I went off to go skip rocks or chase the local wildlife. I always used to wonder how many fish saw my bait noticed the hook freaked out and swam away. I almost imagine that the only ones I ever caught were the brain-damaged and suicidal ones. Either that or the fish who noticed went back and got his buddy and bet him the fish equivalent of a case of beer ( That would be a big bucket of bread dough I guess.) to bite it.