The girl of my dreams. She pops up frequently in my brain and begs me to tell her story. I usually quiet her down, but she came back today, roaring. It made me want to at least write the script, as I’ll likely never draw a full comic. But maybe I could find an artist and my dream girl can breathe and live, as sadly, twisted and broken as she can.

1 comment

    • JB on June 24, 2015 at 6:53 am

    Do it! I’ll read it.

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