“Fat chance,” said a barkeep, “we’re doomed.”

Like a flash, Lester was gone. Then a mysterious figure approached. It was El Fastamador!

A fierce wind swept through the valley over the hills. Lester knew what he had to do.

The city teemed with it’s citizens clogging the streets. No one knew what to do. How do you deal with a giant skeleton?

The earth shattered beneath the giant’s feet.

Coronado Sphinx

It was too late to run.

He was warned about the giant. He was warned too late.

“What the?!” He slammed on the brakes. He looked deep into the eyes of what halted him and felt that it had something to say of grave importance.

I was inspired by how my back feels.

Lester was a shy man. He had secrets.

Missing where water is the horizon.

A sword for your swordly needs. Day 6 of and I’m drawing at a desk for a change.

My neighborhood has a serial penis painter.

Long. Day 5 of and I’m still smudging.

The treasure really was the adventure and the friends made along the way. Day 4 – Underwater