Probably one of the coolest things about doing lots of short stories is that I get to have a lot of fun playing with different styles without having to actually commit to anything.
This one is weird. I was trying to draw in a way that doesn’t take too long to execute… but that always backfires when the drawings that don’t take long to execute also suck. I’m lazy, but I’m also a perfectionist so this approach doesn’t really work for me.
The writing is also a little weird because I was reading a lot of John Porcellino when I wrote it.
Now I’m reading a lot of Ivan Brunetti. Watch out.