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Change of pace
215. Too Much Coffee Man

This is a request from Carrie Schurman. As my life has slowly rotted and crumbled around me for the last few months, Carrie – a mostly complete stranger – has been willing to chat with me and help me maintain some sort of grip on my sanity. She is part of this weird circle of online friends I have that have been super-supportive and awesome, if anything, just to see the art they produce or promote on a regular basis. Carrie drew a Blue Beetle for me on my birthday. She was having a bad week, and since all I know how to do is draw, complain or be sad, I offered to draw something to help cheer her up.
I actually used to read Too Much Coffee Man when it was around in a magazine format back in the late 90s/early 00s? I don’t remember too much (get it?) about it. I’m not sure if I still have the few random issues I bought. As I begin to go through all my stuff to sell it off and try to pay my rent, maybe I’ll find them.
212a. Freddy Krueger

I was six or seven years old. It was summer-ish. My dad was either working, on a business trip, or a guy’s weekend trip. Just me and my mom. She had made dinner for me. Pork chops, fried potatoes, peas and apple sauce. I still own the dishes she served them on. It’s still a staple among my mom’s cooking repertoire. She was working in the kitchen as I ate, but she played a videotape of a movie she had recorded off HBO the previous night, and together, we watched A NIGHTMARE ON ELM STREET. And thus, my lifelong love of horror was born, and for Freddy Krueger – among my favorite movie monsters/slashers, even when most of the movies he was in are among the worst ever made. So, thanks, Mom, for showing me inappropriate movies for a child, and thanks to Wes Craven, who directed the two best Nighmare films (among other classics) and taught a young boy to learn to love gore and blood. Rest in peace, sir.
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Drawn in pen, inked by phone
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Return of the post-it!



