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Any writer, I suppose, feels that the world into which he was born is nothing less than a conspiracy against the cultivation of his talent


I think Henry looks here like a young, beardless Castro with a pencil instead of his cigar.

How about a young and angry Norman Mailer?

Perhaps a caption competition is in order. Can you tell me what he's saying?

Comments

KL said…
This shot is reminding me of those typical Bollywood (Indian movies) and Hollywood action movies where the villains exactly take such poses, with some cigars or guns in their hands, smiles sidewise like that and asks the terrified man in front of him, with that taunt in his voice, "where are the golds?," "did you bring the cash?," "I hope for your sake that ***** ****** ****** Kris is now kaput!!!"

Don't have the talent to participate in such competitions, but still trying, "The pencil tastes good!!"
yamini said…
Isn't it true?
Sue said…
Grafitti? What grafitti?
Anonymous said…
'I didn't take it off him'
Chris Wolf said…
"Smoke 'em if ya got 'em, boys..."
Dina said…
Henry looks like Churchill announcing that the war is over.
Babzy.B said…
here is a great portrait of Henry !
Kris McCracken said…
KL, Henry can dance. He may have a shot in Bollywood!
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, no son of mine...
Kris McCracken said…
Chris, now I like that one a lot.
Kris McCracken said…
Dina, he just needs to master the "V" sign.
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, he finally sat still!
KL said…
So, what was he really saying? Who won? Do they get to keep Henry?
Kris McCracken said…
KL, he actually wanted more paper o draw on.

No real winner, but I did like Chris's...

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