Yeti — Ya did it. Ya won. Ya conquered all the other mythical creatures in an enticing round of fisticuffs. Ya slapped the taste out of the Boogey Man’s mouth. Ya stomped the Loch Ness Monster into submission. Ya TKO’d that slippery Slender Man. And now look at you — The title is yours.
His Yeti wife in the crowd, a single tear rolls down her face. His son, clutching the mom’s hand with such a sense of pride in his hardworking dad. He now understands why dad had to sacrifice going to his t-ball game for lightning jabbing some hanging meat sacks.
All those days of running up Mount Everest made you hard. Hard, but focused.
I’ve been gone for a minute doing some storyboarding/concept art work for a project, so I apologize for that. This was a nice, simple letter. It was fun.
And props to my boy Rob — we had a killer brainstorm/texting session for this dude. Check out his literature cubes, they’re blowing up right now! Dude’s a creative animal!