Yes, we’re all proud of our hometown hero. Stripper girlfriends, Vegas parties, DWI’s, and massive bong hits all combine to form a life well lived.
I’ve done a few celebrity cameos in this strip before, but this was the first time I went and tried the caricature route instead of the “Lemme-Try-and-Get-the-Hair-on-a-Generic-Face” method I so desperately cling to. Of course, Michael Phelps’ face practically lends itself to caricature in the first place. The man’s head is a living parody of the human skull. Guess that’s what you get from decades of chlorine exposure.
Next week I’ll be returning to the Monday-Thursday routine of updates. Absence makes the heart grow fonder, little ones.
