Rocketship A GoGo

#133 - The Bus Station

on Sept. 17, 2007

OK, I drew the thing.

Actually, my Dad was a Greyhound Bus driver, and I always hated the stations, especially at night. They were a thin patina of normalcy stretched like old plastic wrap over the bones of despair.

Or so it seemed to me as a child.

Next - You asked for her, you get her!

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