Life is wearing on me.

I’m moving out at the end of the week. Into a tiny room in a small basement. Just when you think you have got it figured out, and you can take a nap on your own couch in your own home in the middle of the day with no worries, along comes Life with a knife in his hands and he jams it into your brain and he gleefully shouts “Not today, fat boy!”. Funny thing is, I always knew this day was coming. Or rather, this series of days which will usher me into the next phase of an already unsettled life. 048


This was, by far, the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. I don’t want to burden Enoch any longer than I have to, so I am starting to look now. What a bummer. The place I looked at would have been ideal, but it’s a scam. Be careful out there! People are fucking unscrupulous. 046

And so it begins

I had a good sale. I set up appointments for the very few people that came over, and we kept our distance and we had a good time. I’m not greedy, never have been, so I cut incredible deals for those that were brave enough to show up. I made enough to move out, and, if everything works out, I found a place that I can afford without a roommate! Lake Nokomis area of Minneapolis. The Nokomis area. I hope I get it. I want to be in Minneapolis again. I want to live by my friends. 045

It’s been 67 days in the hole.

I waited 2 weeks before I decided to break down and draw quarantine diary comics for the general public. I always draw diary comics, and have since 1997 when I saw a book called “Peep Show” by a guy named Joe Matt. This genius wrote about all the shit in his life (and sometimes literal shit) and got it published by Drawn and Quarterly. How in the fuck? I could do that! I was talented enough, and Lord All Mighty I had better stories to tell then the Master of Pee jars Joe Matt! So that’s when I started to write about my life. Sporadically at first, and then with more vigor as the years and the bitterness wore on. Now we have this unique situation, and damn near everyone I know has written about it in some form or fashion, and I, Mr. Different, decided that I wasn’t going to do it. Rather, I would focus on a project so far of left field people would think I’d quit making comics. I made sticker sets and T-shirt designs instead. Preparing for after, you know? BUT GODAMMIT, I just have to write about my life! I have many more stories you folks have never even heard about! Like when I met Arnold Schwarzenegger! Or when I lived in Montana! Or when I tried to lose weight too fast and wound up destroying my body! That one is a hoot! 043