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February, 2001
Three months in thewitness protection program.
Just the other day marked thethree month anniversary for living out here in So Cal. I'm notreally to sure what to think of that. Is three months asubstantial amount of time, where a lot of things should occur ina person's life? I'm just starting to get old enough to look backat pictures in my photo album and realize college alreadyhappened three, four years ago. I've lost a year or so of mylife. It's fuzzy from the moment I got out of college to when Ifirst started working at my first job. Maybe because I don't usea calendar or write the date too often these days. Sometimes Ihave to think as to when that was, what year and stuff. I forgetwhat it's like to have to get up and go to work five days a week.I miss it. It made me feel responsible or grown up. I didn't havetime to be unorganized or lazy. I don't even realize how longI've been drifting like this. And I can't believe Monday I startwork on the Gypsy Lounge #5.
I just finished the second comicin the Aweful Science-Fair. It's the first comic strip type comicI've done. Railroad Gin. It's my first attempt at doingstraightforward comedy. I had no idea how much to put in for itto be funny. At one point there were more punchlines and sightgags than there were panels. And I think I rushed through thelettering. It may be redone before any of you people see it.Probably will. This is the first comic I've done that isswear-word free too. Unless you consider 'jagoff' to be a badword. It's not something that little kids can read, but I want mynephews to at least see what I've been doing.
This week I realized how I missthe rest of the Aweful gang, Jim Rugg and Dick Troutman. Well notso much Troutman, he's a bit of a jagoff. But I miss the Thursdayevening meetings at Jim Rugg's apartment full of drawing tables.If we were smarter, we would have barricaded the door and turnedthat place into a giant think-tank. Twenty-four hours a day,nothing but comics. Without those meetings, I've beensecond-guessing everything like crazy.
I'm starting to get frustrated.It's starting to take too long for me to find a job. I get veryimpatient with this kind of crap. That's all I really want to sayabout that stuff right now. It's all I think about all day long,no need to dwell on it. If I were to start complaining, it couldvery well go on forever.
This past weekend, I managed toget down to the beach and me and Lenny threw junk at each other.Frisbee, football, etc. I stowed my pinky finger on my drawinghand, so that wasn't good. It hurt the first night and I couldn'tdraw too well. It was black and blue. Today though, it's okay.I'm typing and everything. I caught a football in the face too,but that one wasn't my fault.
I saw some funny things in thenews lately. The news out here is ridiculous. They had a storyabout seeing-eye ponies. They had these little horses, like thesize of a small donkey or medium sized pig, and it had leash-likereigns and was leading some blind lady down the street. I didn'tget the full jist of the story, but I think seeing the horse wasenough for me to piece it all together. Blind lady. Pony. Justmakes sense.
I think the funniest thing I'veseen recently though, was an ad in the personals: A TREASUREAWAITS YOU. Platinum-blond pirate girl, older than you,ex-surfer,lost legs to shark, no joke, longing to meet anadvenurous bounty hunter. You are true blue to the bone, baby. Nocreeps allowed. Box #------. Sweet Good Lord.There were a bunchmore funny ads, but I thought this one was by far the winner. Ican't tell if it's a joke or not. Doesn't make me want to get outof the apartment any less either It's a damn freakshow out here.Maybe I'm unemployed for a reason.