As I was looking over a stack of old photo album pages while digging for an old document in a storage bin earlier this afternoon, I accidentally dropped them, spilling them all over the floor. As I cursed, I noticed that a stack of 8x11 papers with familiar drawings had spilled out from between pages of the photo album!
*GASP* IT WAS THE LONG LOST "RETURN OF SEYMOUR!!!" THE LAST "MEN OF ACTION" MASTERFUL COMIXX EVER DRAWN!!!
As you will recall from "The Furry Season" Comixx on another thread, the protagonists were "The Four MASTERS!" [If you need a refresher on who we "Four MASTERS" were .... go here and read the first post: https://theclubhouse1.net/phpBB3/viewtopic.php?t=124276
And if that is not visual enough .... well, here we are all together, from 1988:
L to R: Mel (aka The 'Billy' Master), Yours Truly, Aaron and last but definitely not least, holding the knife to Aaron's chest - SEYMOUR. (That was his last name. That's all he ever went by). A living legend, Belushi-like, at SUNY-Binghamton from 1978-1982 ... when he FAILED to graduate in his last semester owing to (his words) "too much alcohol and too many exotic drugs"
Yeah. We can laugh about it all now. 
Seymour was not tall, but he was built like a bowling ball. Trying to tackle him when he carried the ball in one of our snowy, no equipment, full contact football games was taking your life in your hands. I tried once - and bounced off.
His "Mind Control" was legendary. Once we were watching Monday Night Football in the dorm front office, where he was (as a "Resident Assistant" or RA) on duty. Somehow we decided to amuse ourselves by tossing a dull butter knife taken from the dining hall across the room, trying to make it stick in the slick laminate wood wall. For about 10 minutes yours truly and a couple of other guys were bouncing the dull butter knife off of that wall, over and over again (alcohol MAY have been involved, but I plead the 5th! 
)Finally, Seymour had had enough of our rampant ineptitude. Picking up the butter knife, his face screwed into an impish grimace with a crooked stare: "Observe" he said. Then he flicked the knife, for the only time, at the smooth wood laminate of the opposite wall.
+THUNK* With a loud noise the butter knife STUCK in the laminate wall as if it had grown out of it!!?!?!
You could have heard a pin drop. As we were picking our collective jaws up off the floor, Seymour tapped his temple with his index finger: "Mind Control" he whispered. It was an awe-inspiring moment. (You had to be there, I guess.
)Seymour was also not one to back away from a fight. More than once I've seen him make a beeline for some loudmouth who was doing something rude or challenging people, and without a word, shove the guy to the ground, following up, matter-of-factly, in his deceptively whispery and a little high pitched voice: "C'mon, lets go. You want it big man, you got it". Every single time what followed was a mess of verbal and body language backtracking from the previously brave loudmouths.
Seymour then went back to Carmel, NY, where he was from, and got work as a manual laborer. We all lost track of him for 5 years. After I finished law school in Chicago and went to NJ, I eventually managed to track him down in '87 through a mutual college acquaintance who was from the same home town. He was then working for Boyds Artesian Drill Co., and it was hard backbreaking work. We got together a couple of times, and when he told me how he called the police on some jagoff who tried setting fire to a home across the street after some domestic argument, the "light went on" upstairs. I had a storyline.
So, here's where y'all come in.
The finished product, made for Seymour's enjoyment, was called "The Return of Seymour". It was to be the last "Men of Action" "Masterful Commixx" ever made ... except for a private comixx I drew for my buddy John from law school that has never been seen by anyone other than the two of us ... because, even though 34 years later ... well I'll just say "CANCEL CULTURE" and leave it at that. 
"Return of Seymour" will be presented in serial fashion, lest y'all overdose on the awesomeness and have to go to the ER.
Even better, most of it was done IN RHYME, because I was so into it that my art accidentally transcended to another level. [What's that? Thanks for that shovel .... 
]So, without any further ado, I present to you Installment I of "THE RETURN OF SEEYYYMOOUURR!!!!"
... to be continued ...
