
I don’t even eat ice cream. Ice cream is just a metaphor. For giving up.
This comic pretty well speaks for itself. I basically forgot how to write and how to draw today, in addition to still not remembering how to breath like a normal human being without medical assistance. It’s very sad. But at least the precious, precious roof has been protected.
There are scripts for real comics on my desk. But this is what came out.
It’s a very good metaphor. For me, it’s reality.
For The Man, too, I think. For me, if I’m eating ice cream, that means that it’s over 95 degrees outside…