A little doodle of Jonesy getting frustrated with her clients. Are they just performance artists who have bought into their own stage personas a little too much, or are they actually spooky priests of the underworld? Who knows (I know because I've been hammering away at this script since last August but that's entirely beside the point.)

Anyway. I'm not entirely sure about the scruff on her head. She looks odd without it, but I also think the scruff is maybe a little bit too cute for a burnt-out, middle-aged, private detective who's drunk and/or stoned about 75% of the time. We'll just sidestep the fact that she's literally a fluffy little green cat...

girls just want to have a nap

Shot on Polaroid