A comic strip created by a factory worker known as Raybee Dape in 1968. The strip was never published. It never even left the pages of the sketch books in which it had been dribbled. Sometimes lazy, even childish and arrogant these strips are nothing more than bordems scratches in a warm crack.
I found the book damp and sticky in an old church hall. Some of the strips have been scanned and cleaned but I'll try to add more every now and then.
Don't want to spoil you.
I understand Raybee Dape still dribbles, but no longer draws due to a nerve disorder and the gin.
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