Born Lucky

Here it is and surprise surprise! It's my traditional ink and pencil! I swear to God, if I ever suggest digi-coloring something ever again, I give you all personal permission to take a hammer and beat me. I will not go into it further, because I refuse to make this a rant.

Ahem. Anyway. This is Biff, back when he was really young, sixteen or seventeen. Back before he'd taken up those loathsome cigars, back before he'd really bulked up, and definitely before he could afford even denim. His occupation was card grifting.

The shadows gave me a hard time, as you can obviously see, but overall, I'm satisfied, though a little disgruntled. I'm goin' Amish on the digi-coloring front, thank you. If anyone else can do it, I'd be willing to sacrfice oxen on altars for them in awe.

Oh, one more thing. In Biff's city, for an unknown reason, the glorified football team's color is pink. Just random fact for ya.