i know exactly what this is about.
mikkel sommer’s
and i got picked up.
and i got on stage.
i saw fucked up a lil while ago.
so i guess the plot is, matt thinks i need to draw more. and i cant think of anything. three cheers for antiplots.
i think my first comic attempt. i had this real clean vegan living in my room at the time. best thing to ever happen to my drawing. he was a muse. kept everything clean and undistracting. very efficent and calm. i. miss. matt.
one of my first dream comics. i didn’t draw much of it cuz i was lucky to even draw that simple room with a table in it. i still probably couldn’t draw what i saw in that dream.
but the story is funny. it was an end of the world dream, but the worst of it was over, and i just wanted to go home. so i find my parents house which takes like. a day. and when i get there my dad yells at me for leading people to the house. (ive never seen my dad yell so it was spooky) then i got zombie swamped.
