Another sample from the same batch as below. In July or August of 2000, Geoff (a fellow Kubert School Lad) and I humped a proposal for a comic series all over the San Diego ComiCon. Geoff seemed to have the ability to shrug off rejection. Not me. I memorized the names of editors, prepared voodoo dolls in candle-lit basements, polishing my bitterness into a shiny ulcer.
You're probably curious now about the story.... the artwork's certainly intriguing. Well, if the publishers used better judgement when hiring editors, you wouldn't have to wonder.