Her name was Val. She rocked hard. With a laugh like a bell and cat moves, she drew like a hot lazer cutting through a hot knife cutting through butter. One day she gave me this...
Anybody with any sense in their little finger would be totally floored. I was!
You find good things when you have to sort through your piles at home. I was stoked to find this Val treasure.
And yes, that's lazer with a Z.