----- There's probably an interesting story behind where this guy's clothes went. Either he's just come down off a pretty good peyote trip, been robbed by bandits, or dropped off by aliens in the middle of nowhere. All three are pretty interesting possibilities, maybe all three happened in succession, or maybe he's just crazy and we should give him a nice straitjacket to wear.
I don't often draw many of these desert foxes aside from Domingo, and this guy doesn't have a name yet, but even if he did he couldn't prove it since he left his ID in his wallet, and his wallet in his pants, and his pants are... who knows?
