When I was ten or twelve I drew lots of stuff. Mostly skulls and wrestlers and ninjas and animals with guns.

This is a book of 30 pages of just that, culled from a pile of my drawings I recently unearthed that somehow survived for the last quarter century in my Mom’s basement.

I’m proud to say, looking through this collection the only thing that gives me a similar feeling is flipping through a Rob Liefeld comic.

So I guess that’s a win.

$4 postpaid to anywhere in the U.S.