“Soda bottles gotta ride in cabin pressure the whole way or they burst…”
The only page of finished art from a short, maybe 8 page comic. It’s a love story set on the Moon, called the Pop Hop. He’s a ballistic hopper jockey. She’s a dark side radiotelescope calibrator. Can they find love above the regolith?
From my Larry Young phase, and, in keeping with today’s theme, unfinished.
