Here's the working artwork for the new book
"London When it Rains"
It's a book about stuff. Stuff is what is about. Stuff is what it is full of. There's an old guy killing people. A pregnant chick who's suicidal and hangs out with old man serial killers. A bunch of folks dealing with existential crises. And yeah, really it makes no sense. It'll add no value to your opinion of life or yourself. And probably you'll ask me for your money back, though you got it for free. Oh, there's a zen hippy empath chick too. And a very naughty priest - you know the kind. It's a story. Everyone is fucked up. I wrote it and i'm a great guy. I wear shoes on both my feet. Next book is about inadequacy, satanic sex slaves and shitty rock bands trying to make it in the music biz. There might be a little truth in this one. It's called 'Cocks and Thistles'
Until then, take risk and take care and when it blows up in your face, take cover.
C. Sean McSomeone