An inordinate amount of specters, phantasms and wisps have kept me from tending to my stately duties at the Joseph Luster Report, and for that I apologize. In an effort to mend this issue, I have trained myself to capture these malicious manes within the confines of the Galactic Ghetto Sketchbook; frozen in time for the penceless masses to admire.
How fortunate was I, friends, to capture this beastie of ill repute? Click to enlarge!