SKETCHED THOUGHTS…A MINOTAUR AND HIS TEQUILA

He wandered around with his tequila and grapefruit drink. Naked in the sun, he smiled & snorted loudly as he walked. He even walked loud. Walking softly was not in his make up- it had always been like this.

Ever since his ancestors were villainized by the ancient Greeks, he’d felt a bit of anger and had a chip on his shoulder as a result of that anger. A more tame Minotaur in another time would have settled for wine, but these particular times called for tequila and tart citrus on the rocks.

Crass times called for crass measures, Minotaurs would once again be respected in a badass manner.

He was ready.