Ah, Ugly Boy and I go way back. I started these when I was in high school, working at what was possibly the coolest job ever. I won't go into detail, but suffice to say I was given a task that required my attention approximately five minutes out of every hour, and the rest of the time I had to myself to draw, or on occasion, modify cheap-ass grocery store dart guns into high powered pellet launchers that connected to the air compressor hoses.

The reason there are so few is that I refused to use anything more than a Pilot V5 pen for the whole thing, and I was overly concerned with filling in as much blank space on the page as possible with random lines and patterns. Each page took between five and eight hours to finish.

Oh, these were fun. Just simple little comic strips about one very unfortunate sheep. They came into being for a few reasons, the most obvious of which was that I found myself in possession of a red pen.

Also, I feel I should explain a bit here -- I use sheep as a symbol to represent what I see as the unworthy majority of our society. Basically, they're all the people that blindly follow the herd, doing what they do for no better reason than to not stand out, conforming so they won't be singled out and rejected by the rest of the herd.

There's just a little bit of animosity there, as you may be able to tell.