It was a pleasant Sunday afternoon and I had taken my
cherished 1976 Cadillac DeVille out for a spin on the highway. Zooming down the fast lane, I noticed a wildly swerving pickup truck gaining on me and honking. I was going 75mph, but it wasn’t fast enough for the Speedy Gonzales about to run me off the road so I switched lanes to let the driver pass.
When I glanced over to check out the crazy person, the exact image you see above is what I saw. An angry diabolical granny, the cotton-candy white hair blowing in the wind, a withered weather-beaten fist shaking at me while her pendulous arms quivered like jello. Her mouth was open wide as she furiously screamed “Get the f*ck out of my way!!!!” as bits of spittle flew about in the wind. The image of her seared into my brain with such clarity that I was able to go home and draw her in my sketchbook later that evening.
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I like this cuz it makes me smile. So often, there is humor in the grotesque.
Posted by: Worker B...itch | July 09, 2008 at 08:43 PM