at my first publishing job i did a LOT of photocopying. my coworker paul and i would stand at photocopiers all day, copying manuscripts. sometimes i'd be stuck at the copiers alone and my mind would wander, as it has been known to do. this comic came about when i pondered the face of the dude on the wrapping around reams of letter-sized paper. it was never finished, but does that really matter?
found in my closet yesterday, probably drawn around 2001-2003.
view a piece above, or follow this link to see the whole thing up close.