Some warped Mickey Mice. I don't recall exactly when this was drawn, but I was probably still in high school.

A few months ago, I made an unscheduled trip back to Michigan. My father was selling his house (not the little house I grew up in... but that's another story...) and I had to take whatever of my old possessions that I wanted. What was in the house? Well, when I moved to California, I put everything from my old Detroit studio in father's basement. The drawing equipment had been recovered years earlier, but there were still about fourteen large boxes of cels and drawings, plus some film and video tape. I mailed myself most of the tapes (some in obsolete 2" format) took the film, 1/4" audio tape, and some of the drawings. There were also some drawings from high school that survived, and I took a few of those too. The rest went in the trash. It was weird. I put the stuff in the basement and didn't think about it again for thirty years. Looking through those boxes was like going through somebody else's life.