here I am again
Ugh… I cannot befuckinglieve I have to get up at seven-thirty in the morning for jury duty tomorrow. I made sure (re: forgot) to shower today so I will be extra greasy for the interview which will hopefully contribute to the persuasive efforts I intend to make to prove how unfit I am to be a juror. I guess they didn’t receive (re: read or respond to) my whiney letter explaining why I can’t do it. So now they will have to deal with my filthy smell and sour disposition, serves ‘em right (cymbal crash).
No, I have not been drawing new comics and holding out on you. All four of you.
…Alright fine. All three of you. If you count me it’s four, though. Four readers.
Anyway, I dug up some old comics while packing shit for my big yet temporary move. They were so astonishingly shitty I can understand why I never posted them. One of them was never finished and looks like one I did right when I started this and it’s about going to the movies and thinking about having an altercation. The other one was about me and Mark going through customs on our way to New York and it looks like I spilled water all over it but I didn’t, I just didn’t use my watercolor pencils correctly, okay? How can you not know how to use watercolor pencils, you ask? I will tell you how: shut up. There was another one about a crazy lady talking to me but does the world really need another artistic perspective of a zany moment with a street person?
Anyway, here is a comic in celebration of my one-month anniversary of not chain-smoking everyday. I would say I “quit” but I don’t want to eat my words later and look like an asshole and also I had a few smokes when I was drunk. Not every time I was drunk, just twice. Which both happily and sadly is a significantly small ratio of drunk-smoking relative to drunk-not-smoking instances over a thirty day period for me.
Any way I found this in a magazine from the olden days and clipped it and stuck it in an envelope and found it again this week.
His Actions Speak Louder Than Words-The Tammys