Gojira Beach Power Station Circa 11,000 BCE

SUNDAY: 08 JANUARY 1984: It's now my first Sunday after being sworn in a second time and I'm enjoying a quiet moment on the floor of our Marine Corps Boot Camp squad bay and mandatory church has been attended, my laundry is doing, both pairs of my black leather boots are gleaming and glinting in the afternoon sunlight, and three letters home as ordered by Senior Drill Instructor Staff Sergeant Draper have been posted.

I'm spending my first day since Day 2 of Boot Camp decompressing on my footlocker while drawing with just two different ball point pens--all the Marines would allow--for a couple of hours off. We'd be allowed a fifteen minute phone call that night after 1800 Chow.

This drawing and it's brother survived over thirty years at the bottom of my footlocker before I recovered them and laminated them as one last ditch attempt to preserve them for some future illustrative use. I should have entitled them "Twin Holy Shits!"