All right, it’s my birthday, and I’m drunk. I’m probably going to spend most of my birthday drunk, so this is as good of a time as any to write this.
It’s probably going to be morose and whiny, so if you don’t like that, then now is your time to get out. Oh, and grammatical errors. There will be plenty. Although spell check is kind of efficient, so it’s a little reduced, but whatever.
I always think about what I’ve accomplished on my birthday. I’m sure everyone does, as they start to get older…
I’m happy with this comic. It doesn’t always make sense to everyone, I know, but it makes sense to me. I’m true to myself. People always say to be true to yourself. Does that mean I’m winning?
I want this comic to be weird. I want people to not get it. It’s not meant to be got, every time. Life is like that. You don’t get everything. It’s awkward, sometimes it doesn’t make sense until years later. That’s part of it.
We’re so used to everything being so nicel wrapped up for us. Explained. I don’t know…
Why should it be?
Why should the fun be taken out of it? Hell, even why should the whatever be taken out of it? There needs to be more mystery in the world. A reason for us to have to dig a little deeper.
But what do I know.
I just draw a crappy comic…