Corporal Punishment: Thorazine Ride
My mom's medication was always an issue...
Like when she fell asleep while driving us home from practice.
We lunged for the wheel of the Gremlin to keep it on the dirt road.
I shudder to think about it... we were headed for the dip in Gallmeyer Road, a twisty, hilly, pot-hole strewn, single lane road. It was the dead of winter, and we were on the way back from wrestling practice. I can't remember if the neighbor kid was with us, but he probably was... I just remember my brother and I trying to wrestle the wheel at 40mph with no access to the peddles.
Ah... for the days that doctors would throw pills at a problem and hope it was too zonked out to ruin their golf outing.
Pencil Sketch - to Cintiq in SketchbookPro and Photoshop.
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