I had this thing when I was a young man. Where I wanted to stand out. I wanted to be a Great Man. I wanted to be a great artist. I wasn’t fucking around. I was trying for it in my own way.
In retrospect. A lot of it was just my ego. Trying to get laid. And over-compensating for all my flaws as a human being.
But I still think I churned out some interesting artwork during the process
Ace Backwords is a former cartoonist, writer and semi-normal human being. He's been sleeping in the bushes in the Berkeley hills for the last ten years with his four feral cats, Moo Cat, Fatty, Mini Scaredy and Micro Scaredy. Future plans include growing old and dying. Preferably in that order.
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