Years ago I started drawing a little guy (mostly on cocktail napkins) who was some cross between Calvin and Felix the Cat. Somewhere between extemporaneous and transcendent. Profound and utterly moronic. I called him “Ed.”
Until now, Ed has been entombed in mothballed trunks and dusty file cabinets.
I’m in the process of moving, and during all the chaos, Ed broke free.
I can’t say what havoc he may cause on the interwebs; I never meant for this to happen. I’m sorry.