March 7th, 2010
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Lots of pigeons in this story. All so adept at cohabiting in the urban scape.
Couple of tricky things happened in the construction of this page:
1) Panel 3 I had to spend some time figuring out with kneaded erasers how tires screeching would mark the asphalt as the car fish tails.
2) Panel 1 I had to fake how to drive stick. I don’t know how. So I couldn’t remember where the clutch was etc. And so the left foot (due to lack of oversight) came out looking a little bit like a right foot. Doh.
3) Didn’t like the smoke on Panel 5. Oh well. Do better next time.
All in all our friend is out one tire and stuck in front of a truck. What happens next is going to start wrapping up all the loose ends.
March 9th, 2010

What is the meaning of this?
Why don’t you tell me.
Well if it wasn’t you? Who was it?
Some joker with no consideration of anybody else.
Seriously. What did he expect would happen? Disappear into the ether?
The nerve. The ignorance. The indignation. Paralyzing anger. Lurking, strengthening.
Only one thing left to do.
I am the cool spring breeze blowing over the recently uncovered meadow.
That’s it, you got the right idea.
Where’s the nearest garbage can?
Just around the corner. I’ll show you.
Cycle be broken.
March 3rd, 2010

Hey man long time no see.
What’s it been? A year? Two years?
I think Three. What have you been up to?
Same thing, working hard, hardly working. How about yourself?
I just had my long lost girlfriend call me up out of the blue to ask me about an old piece of jewelry. Except it wasn’t just jewelry, it was a one of a kind celtic relic. Some thugs explained that to me as I was being pinned face down on the floor. Luckily I had pawned something that looked like it the day before so they needed my help and eventually a second group of thugs rescued me from their speeding van. The rest of the day we ran around looking for the thing, strong arming one pawn shop owner after another and then I meet up with the most gorgeous woman I have ever met, who also happens to know how to clog a pistol with a throwing star from 12 feet away. Honestly, that’s a skill that did not seem handy until that day. Turns out, she thought I looked like her old boyfriend from the telescopic scope of her riffle but she was really looking for the guy who lived across the hall from me. So in fact the jewelry I was thinking of was not the one she was looking for so she got angry and left. How was I supposed to know? She kind of sounded like my girlfriend on the phone and she was very vague and non descriptive when talking about the darn thing.
So you haven’t heard from Adriana since the last time I saw you?
Nope. I have no idea what’s become of her.
Really. She’s on facebook you know? Soon as I get to the computer I’ll send you the info.
Dude that would be rad! Let me give you my email?
Neat.
February 24th, 2010

Boy, It is tough out there.
I heard that. Some days is just hard to even get out of bed.
What can you do? Life is just hard sometimes.
Um hum, at least it’s not personal.
True, true. Strictly business.
I’m thinking about planting flowers this year. Perennials.
You think they’ll take?
I don’t know. It’s worth a shot.
Damn right it is.
February 16th, 2010

The coffee is warm.
The room is mostly empty.
No one is speaking.
Outside, the world slugs along to seek the future.
And just as you begin to understand it, the moment is gone and a new one arrives.
The coffee is warm.
Cream no sugar.