"Do Not Go Gentle..."

Going a little snakey today, because I've been waiting on someone to respond to a lot of work I've handed in. So, I've been reading Dylan Thomas, Adventures in the Skin Trade. Very hallucinogenic. I'm picturing it being composed in room someplace, as his mind rages through imaginary bars, and green hilly landscapes. When I'm in the middle of a story, I'm kind of lost. But when I finish it, it seems to make sense. Here's a sketch of Dylan chasing the Beer Wagon.