That Johnson Boy

Agnes peered through the living room curtains for the thirtieth time that day. "Look, Henry!" she shrieked. "There goes that "Johnson Boy" down the street again." She spat out the name as if it were a chunk of mealy apple. "I just don't trust that boy. There's something not quite right about him. Something about his eyes. Why the way he glares at you, it's positively unholy. Where that boy treads, the neighborhood cats begin to disappear. You mark my words, it's only a matter of time before he torches this entire neighborhood!"

Drawn in Photoshop on the graphic tablet.

Here's the original sketch of that Johnson Boy.