Pencil on vellum. With a little Photoshop.
After a promising beginning, Bob has become a paunchy, middle-aged man with little bird legs and low self esteem. Corporate America has all but broken his spirit and robbed him of his will to live, but, with the help of powerful medication, he somehow finds the inner strength to amuse himself by drawing mindless sketches and making pointless videos. He lives in Atlanta, can’t get a date and spends his spare time watching his hair turn white.