Well,enough about Pud for now, this is another one of my favorite people.MTM. Suddenly the sound of bullhorns!

There I am squashed again.Laying on top of my desk.Good grief, I was only 16years old,well not when I drew this but I guess the drawing the exploding clock made me think about the good old days so added it t0 the notebook.

My high school art teacher would yell, through a battery operated bullhorn,next to my head. She would then sneak around and through my art work in the trash.

No wonder I'm paranoid! I turned this image into a painting about 5"x 5" feet and still have it.