A while ago while I was doing a lot of temp work for moving and construction companies I had this idea to do a little book of manly men comics based on the interactions with my co-workers. This one is pretty tame, but man, some of those guys were the craziest people I’ve ever met.It’s a shame I didn’t write more of these interactions down.
This song bothers me because I was definitely listening to this song a lot as a teenager and not being nearly as critical of stuff like this. This stuff just kind of gets internalized, y’know? I can just imagine a bunch of dumb kids thinking these lyrics are the shit.In case you’re curious, here’s the song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XiltQYlNot0
Drew this in a few minutes without doing any under drawing. It’s funny, all of the old diary strips I did took me forever to bang out and don’t really even look better than this. I’ll probably do some more.
This might paint a bleak picture or something, but the second night of TCAF was super awesome and pretty much the opposite of this. I got to meet and hang out with a whole bunch of awesome cartoonists I had never met before. Apologies if I'm always a glass half empty sort of guy. I just feel this way at a lot of these things. Next weeks comic will be more uplifting!
This is certainly one of the sillier things I've done. Sorry about that. Trying to get out of my own head for a bit. I had an idea to serialize a couple more of these. I might, but who knows? I might not.
So, me and my girlfriend of the past eight or so years broke up a couple of months ago. It's a good thing, super mutual and incredibly loving, etc. but it still kind of fucked me up. Well, not only this - there were a few other things in conjunction with the breakup - but I went through the worst bouts of depression that I've ever had right afterward. The kind of depression that makes it hard to get out of bed and do anything at all. I would literally nap 3-4 times a day for hours at a time. Fucked up. Anyways, that's kind of what this comic is about.
A couple of months ago I really got into reading Johnny Ryan's Angry Youth Comix (which, I HIGHLY recommend, it's been a long time since I've laughed so much reading comix). As a result I wrote a bunch of comics with knives in them and stabbing stuff. A bunch of these comics had me stabbing myself. It was a weird time for me. I might draw a couple more of them, though, probably not along this pathetic self loathing tract.
I feel like I keep saying the same things over and over again. It's as if I'm trying to refine exactly what I mean with each comic. With this internal struggle to be happy in a world that just drives me crazy. If it's getting repetitive please forgive me. I intend to move on from these depressing things eventually, but thinking about them takes up a lot of my time lately and it would be dishonest of me to write... I dunno, fart jokes or something.
