This wasn't the cool daddy-o I was expecting to meet, a couple of years ago on a trip to Madrid. But there he was, tap, tap. tapping away on a dusty shelf in a comic book store.
So many great and strange details about this bongo playing hep cat. There's the huge, dopey eyes, the pouting lips and the three sausage fingered hands. I also love his tiny little feet.
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