Last Friday, McCool called me up and said we should go to Philly for our drawing adventure this week. It was fun, but after we took the Chinatown bus, got Tastykakes at Wawa, stopped for seriously beyond-street food falafel from a man in a Gypsy cart, walked by the awesome Philadelphia City Hall in the rain, and paid the $500 entrance fee at the Mutter Museum of Medical Oddities, it was already, like, 3:30. Weird, right? So, I only drew these two pages before they closed.

It’s Solstice Time, which is a great thing. I think maybe New Year’s being in the middle of the winter does make some sort of sense, in that we’ve made it to the turning point where the nights can’t get any longer. I don’t know. Pagans and animals and people, am I right?

This pig head showed up in an empty lot down the block since August, when I drew it. Now it’s gotten frostbite and lost an ear. It’s blackened and maybe even creepier than it was then. Anyhow…It’s outlined in black on the left, resting on a plastic bag. I gave it another go on the right, going for more of a contour type of thing. I don’t know how well you can see it, but what should I care? It’s my fuckin’ sketchbook! Fuck you! Who do you think you are!?