Encounter

On the Fourth I walked out of a convenience store and there was a very old man on a bench.  He had on a hat that read KOREA, and seemed dead.  I walked over and shook him, and he woke up and I told him about my uncle wounded at Chip Yong Ni.  He never said anything, but grasped my hand and knuckled it.  I guess he was appreciative that I stopped to talk.  I am sure glad he was alive.

This was an attempt to move more in the direction of, say, Richard Scarry, anthro wise.  I fucked up drawing the bull man and decided the pic was not good enough to re-work, so, ici voila.