The Hall of Shame Presents: My Phoney Pain

Drawn in the spring of 1997. At the time this was my masterpiece.
A gritty homage to my life, my pain, my struggle. In reality I am a
preppy honkey and a WASP from a middle class Canadian family.
In my teen imagination I was so much more- a tourtred artist, poet,
addict, outsider- straight out of Trainspotting divided by Kurt Cobain.