Where's Waldo? In Lockup

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Cappy’s Random Rant
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Hey. Are you like me? Whenever you ordered Chinese food, and had the absolute glorious chicken-n-broccoli or its delicious cousin beef-n-broccoli…did your mind ever wander and you fantasized that you were a giant feasting upon a forest of trees?
Yeah, me neither.

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Cappy’s Rockin’ Rendition
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There are two possibilities for my absence:
A) I was volunteering at a retirement home, tending to the elderly, listening to their stories of hardships that were sprinkled with life-affirming triumphs and wisdom that made me realize that as a society we need to appreciate old people and record such history before it disappears. OR…
B) I sat on my butt playing my SNES, purchasing games on Ebay for my said SNES, and left my SNES long enough to illustrate really bad jokes.
Hey, I can hang out with the elderly as much as I want in sixty years!

Only I could burn the bridges that led to that wonderful island of your childhood memories! I've set up shop and sell My Little Pony meat by the pound there. If he kinds looks familiar, there was a series of popular books entitled “Where’s Waldo”, and you had to, wonder of wonders, find out where he was. It sounded fun, but I always thought it was a low blow that the artist threw in twenty people in the crowd with similar retarded fashion sense as Waldo with those candy cane sweaters. Oh, how those sweaters haunted my dreams…my ¾-rotated-perspective bird’s-eye-viewed dreams.

But do you know WHY you were searching for Waldo? The books were issued by your local police department (go ahead, look at the publisher’s info!) in hopes that you could discover Waldo in one of their many surveillance photos taken. So yes, we were searching for Waldo because he was seventy-five thousand in the rears in back child support. Don’t make ‘em if you can’t support ‘em, Waldo! You saw the locales, he was knocking boots all over the world; in Arizona, in India, in…the medieval era. Obviously he’ll go to many illogical lengths to meet up with his groupie fan base…the Wald-Hoes. I mean, if you’re wearing crap that ridiculous then you’ve gotta be packing major My Little Pony sausage! I’m gonna stop typing now. One day people will realize what a genius I am. Or how balls-to-the -wall crazy I am.

For the copycats: Micron Pigma pen 01 (the thinner the pen width, the more control you have over the lines and comes off more professional), Prismacolor markers (these things die faster than a minority in a horror movie; I suggest trying Tria markers), all on Utrecht Bristol board with vellum finish (pretty sturdy and accepts ink well, I like it).
-The “I Spy With My Little Eye, Infidelity!” Cappy