Ice-Cream Clown

Based, of course, on that classic urban legend simply everybody has heard . . .

The Rev. Jesse Custer

A birthday present for a friend. I wasn't intending it to look so much like a Steve Dillon drawing, but it was a pleasant surprise that it did.

The Argyle Bar & Grill tabletop, December 1942 or so

The truth, at last comes out . . .

And now you know!

Grubert Loy

No, he's not a doctor, but he thinks he is! Does that count for nothing anymore?

The Magnificent Mary Marvel!

I was inspired by Jose Luis Garcia Lopez when I drew ol' Mary here.

And apparently inspired by cartoon trees when I drew those clouds.

A Man Apart

Diggy Graskill here would gladly beat you up, only he hasn't got the time. Only 'cause he's got better things to do with himself. There's a tire in his neighbour's back yard. Oh, and some carnies to be dealt with. Plus, that tobacco farm on route 108. You know, what with the eucalyptus and all. Yep.

One busy guy.

Nervous Reg

Poor old Regimund van Beulendorp, he just can't seem to relax. He's tried everything, from herbal teas to not living in a haunted house, but he just can't manage to get off of being on edge all the time. Now, I do have a habit of cramming coffee beans into his every orifice while he sleeps, but I refuse to take responsibility for this!

Or anything ever!

The Toughes Little Nutcase in the Nieghbourhood!

Meet Biffy Craffington! He hates you. He hates most people. He likes to beat them up, when he can. Which is fairly often. He once beat up a Ford station wagon. And an oak tree. But he never, ever beats up ponies. He really, really likes ponies. Only, don't ever let on that you know this.

Or he'll beat you up.