It took a long time to draw all those little squares. I actually remembered this as being dirtier than it is, which just tells me that I drop the f-bomb exponentially more often than I did 10 years ago…
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Alright, I’m ready to wrap up this crush issue, because it is making me throw up in my mouth a little bit. It was a nice break at the time, and maybe if people burned through the whole issue in a single reading it wasn’t so bad, but day after day of “I’m sad, you [...] I just wanted to serve him breakfast in bed every day for the rest of his life. Oh my god, I was the Ducky. Isn’t that the shit of it? Not losing trust in the other person, but having to completely reassess your own judgement and second guess everything you said or did. It was at this point that several guys I knew started to think I was writing about him. We live in narcissistic times. I think I ended most of them with the kind of longing for romance poetry born of listening to the Smiths too early and discovering Bust too late. It was kind of a relief to have the right – a just cause – to be miserable, because once you can admit to and identify the misery, you can sort it out and and seek and find and be happy. |
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