Tuck has it rough. Every time he gets back on his feet, he’s suddenly & inexplicably lost in an inky black abyss. The wily octopus awaits around every corner and sexy spider women beg him to put down his walking stick and roll in the hay. Resist, Tuck!

Started as a stream-of-consciousness journal on lined paper, eventually I used a bit of bristol. I was having a rough go with relationships, which is thinly veiled here.