From the depths of the Files

Did a lot of work today going through and sorting files, and found three pages of a comic I did when I had a roommate (and a black cat), and the roommate had an evil vegetarian British friend. It was therapy then, now it's pretty funny at this distance of ten years or more, even if parts are badly drawn (it was done all at once, without pencil lines. But I've redrawn two panels). Kind of an Ivan Brunetti vibe to it, at least in subject matter. I hope nobody's upset reading it. I'm in a much better mood these days.



I know at least one more page is kicking around somewhere. If I find it, I'll post it, and at least continue (if never conclude) the story. I never finished it.

(No, I didn't have a girlfriend who was leaving me at that time. That was just a device to jack up the drama. Like the thermo-nuclear warhead.)