Beware the ides of March.
Don’t let them light their farts.





Narc-a-doodle doo,
I don’t like you.
You don’t like me but you pretend to.
Narc-a-doodle doo,
I don’t like you.
I don’t like you, and don’t intend to.
Beware the ides of March.
Don’t let them light their farts.





Narc-a-doodle doo,
I don’t like you.
You don’t like me but you pretend to.
Narc-a-doodle doo,
I don’t like you.
I don’t like you, and don’t intend to.

During her 99-hour shift, Hell’s in-processing clerk Lucy Furr heads down to the 9th Circle to grab some joe so she can stay awake. “I would like an extra large latte with Irish Cream” Lucy tells the barista.
“We do not have Irish Cream” the barista advises Lucy.
“Okay, I’ll get an iced red-eye with extra shots.”
“Don’t you know where we are? We don’t served iced coffees.”
“Oh. Can I just get a cup of whatever you have? And make it fast. I need to go back to work.”
“We don’t serve coffee in Hell.”
“Then, what do you serve?” an angered Lucy asks the ogre working the counter.
“Misery. Satan put up this pretend coffeehouse to fake out the damned.”
Damien Hurlbutt’s birthday is coming up on August 10th. To celebrate his birthday, I would like to share some early concept drawings of him and other morons.









Below is an early character design for an unnamed Dale Davis.

The next few drawings I created early on for a previous series which I merged into MoronicArts. Look for them in my forthcoming novel.




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