The Wonder Years

I was a pretty happy kid. With a spring in my step and a big, fat smile on my face, there was nothing that a 50/50 bar or some Mexican candy couldn't cure. Whether we spent an entire day skateboarding at the school or bodyboarding at the beach, life seemed so damn fun and carefree. Growing up in laid-back, sunny San Diego doesn't hurt either. With all this happiness around every corner, you would think it would be reflected in my artwork from way back when. Maybe paintings of unicorns and happy trees. Haha, not so fast mi amigo! Here's some illustrations I dug up from a children's book I put together when I was a goofy - and very twisted - teenager. From what I remember, it was a little non-fictional doozy about the day our rabbits got massacred by a pack of wild dogs. Yup, that fuzzy little fella's getting his arms ripped off. Where did it all go wrong?