I don't know how old I was--fourth or fifth grade, but I had ideas for movies:
A dog with a black belt in Judo who works for the police. And I don't mean some anthropomorphized cartoon dog. Just a regular dog.
An intelligent squirrel monkey who works with the police to fight crime. He can't talk or do anything a regular squirrel monkey couldn't do. I don't know why a monkey would care about human crime.
I made a little book about cowboys. Nothing but pictures of them shooting each other. Sometimes, one of them says "Good" as the other one dies.
Made a gangster comic book. A hood borrows the boss's car. He murders a man while committing an armed robbery and uses the boss's car to get away. The boss is angry at him for using his car in a crime and murders him, then says "No witnesses" and murders a couple of his own henchmen who are standing there. From there, it was just random murders.
Did a comic book on old computer paper of mole men invading the surface of the Earth. Detailed their efforts at exterminating humanity. A teacher found this disturbing.
All this stuff is lost to time, but I couldn't draw worth crap even by child standards.
What was wrong with me?
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