Everyone can truthfully say I cannot draw,... but no one can truthfully say I didn't. 'The depth of darkness to which you can descend and still live is an exact measure of the height to which you can aspire to reach'. Gaius Plinius Secundus, Pliny Senex. Being a literary rabbit is so much fun!  

 Paulie Gatto hated quickie jobs, especially when they involved violence. He liked to plan things ahead. And something like tonight, even though it was punk stuff, could turn into serious business if somebody made a mistake. Now, sipping his beer, he glanced around, checking how the two young punks were making out with the two little tramps at the bar. Paulie Gatto knew everything there was to know about those two punks. Their names were Jerry Wagner and Kevin Moonan. They were both about twenty years old, goodlooking, brown-haired, tall, well-built. Both were due to go back to college out of town in two weeks, both had fathers with political influence and this, with their college student classification, had so far kept them out of the draft. They were both also under suspended sentences for assaulting the daughter of Amerigo Bonasera. The lousy bastards, Paulie Gatto thought. Draft dodging, violating their probation by drinking in a bar after midnight, chasing floozies. Young punk...

Another day on the beat.  I had a purse snatching, a missing mouse, and now this, a peeping tom.  From the description I knew it was my old friend Louie the Lip.  I found him hanging out by the Do Buzz In, an unlicensed fly joint.  We had him in the line up in no time, but frogs are notoriously hard to I. D., even to each other.  Louie skated but I had his number.  Every time he showed an inch of tongue I was there to make it stick, and stick hard.  We finally found Louie in a pool of blood, back legs gone.  He died before I could get a description, but I'm pretty sure it was the guy we call Frenchy, a mass murderer with no face or name, we just hung that tag on him in order to give him some personality. Some days ain't worth getting out of bed for.

You can't have Nevada without Las Vegas! Here's a foxy show girl~from sketch~  To finished painting~ Viva Las Vegas!

 Here Billy is test firing his grandfather's Colt .32 Police Positive, made c. 1920.   Billy was never meant to be the first. Here he is with his stillborn older brother, who keeps a worried eye on the neurotic rabbit.

Tawky Tawny, Captain Marvel.  Furry before there was a name for it. C. C. Beck, artist.  This is One Dapper Tiger! Adam and Eve were only naked after they tasted the Forbidden Fruit.   Ron Goulart said that he had no problems with Captain Marvel but a talking tiger was unrealistic! All In Color For A Dime, 1969. I am surprised he ever had any. Of the three of them, only Tawky has a sense of style. Metaphor, anyone? A tiger has a lot of nerve saying something like this.  And ain't he from India? Ahead of his time. Since Captain M. is not retarded this must be a dream sequence. https://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/ComicBook/Circles Way ahead of his time! https://www.lambiek.net/artists/b/beck_cc.htm    Now this is just weird!  But hey! - 'Hoppy is a pink rabbit who lives in the town of Funny Animalville, along with an assortment...

 A deer girl cruising down the Mississippi~from sketch~ To finished painting~ To video!