My Heart Attack Story pt.3

Man, my lettering back then sucked! One of these days, I’ll create my own font, and fix some of these old comics. Although, it does have a certain charm I suppose. Another flub: I drew myself with my glasses on. This was just a force of habit. My glasses were off when this happened. In fact, as I recall, I didn’t even bring them with me to the hospital.

I think about what happened every single day. It changed my life drastically and forever. As I look back, I realize now, that after the nurse had handed me the sepsis pan, and I handed it back because I was feeling better, I must  have already been dead at that point. The transition from alive to dead was seamless.



My Heart Attack Story pt.2

You can clearly see how I have improved the artwork since I drew this strip back whenever. To me, it doesn’t diminish the story in any way. And that’s what is important to me. The story. I know I’m never going to be as good as John Severin or Richard Corben, and I’m not trying to be. I’m just trying to be me, telling stories I think you might find interesting.