When I was a kid, those posters for the “Jaws” movies freaked me the hell out but I loved it. They started a lifelong obsession with sharks that didn’t keep me out of the water but didn’t exactly leave my mind whenever I went swimming.
I don’t know why the shark in my drawing has arms, and I definitely have no idea what he’s thinking about: “No. Rwo. Aaaaa I mean. Bow! Bor. “.
At some point during the height of Mr. T’s initial pre-ironic fame, my weird kid brain wondered if he was so strong that an axe would be able to chop even just his mohawk. So I drew this picture illustrating the result. Apparently the axe would only get stuck in the mohawk but he would panic and flail about, trying to grab it out of his hair, gold chains jingling in every direction.