Another piece of comic art from high school. Probably about 1995 or so. Something like that. From a story about a trip to Hell. A story my friend Russell wrote. I wasn’t good enough of an artist at the time to draw right, so it just devolved into the graphic violence. Which I enjoyed at the time. As well as now. That’s Echo (what the super-hero version of myself [seen here] became later) in the front and the devilish Old Nick in the back there. I sure enjoyed wasting ink by splattering it everywhere back then.