BACK IN THE DAY WHEN I DID CARTOON THINGS, a friend and I had a comic going on. It died of course, but this was one of the characters. I named him "Bland Jazz" for goodness knows why. He had a habit of pulling out a gun and sticking it to his head, saying he'd do it with a smile on his face. Because, you know, THAT'S EDGY.
Seriously, he's old, he's dead, but might as well have one last picture too him, right?
Man the colors hurt.