Whew... It was all just a dream!
Or was it?
I suppose I owe you all a word of explanation.
As of April 13, I am single again. My longtime girlfriend dumped me...
While I was in the emergency room... With food poisoning... The puke-up-your-guts-and-crap-out-your-bones variety.
And while I was sitting in a crowded waiting room, with
a bucket of my own vomit clamped between my knees, she decided it was the perfect time to
tell me she doesn't love me anymore. That, in fact, she could barely stand to
look at me now. And that she'd been boinkng my best friend for months, and everyone knew about
it but me. Then she drove herself home in my car (which I am still trying to retrieve),
leaving me to find a ride back from the hospital at 3am. Fortunately, I didn't get a
chance to go to the ATM that night, so the mugger only got about 20 bucks and my (rapidly
cancelled) credit cards. And I only needed six stitches after. Luckily, I was
within walking distance of the hospital...
In short- worst breakup story ever? I win.
So, I haven't been in the best frame of mind for the last few days. I spent my
recuperation time in a cathartic haze of penciling and inking. I would have
thrown the pages away but, frankly, they're some of the best work I've ever done.
So pardon me for spewing my therapy all over you. But I made four more comics in
the process. Don't say I never did anything for you.
But why, you ask, am I taking it out on poor Joan? There's a very simple explanation.
Joan was physically modelled after her. So, every time I try
to draw Joan, she appears.
I think you can see my dilemma. We'll see where this comic goes in the next few months.
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