Not that Joyce remembers, but she grew up in Fort Wayne, Indiana. The closest beach was probably Lake Erie, which was more of a vat of sewage at the time.
Sometimes when you find yourself writing and drawing a heavy story, there’s an urge to just drop it at its zenith, tell the rest of the ending in exposition via a few panels, and then immediately jump into goofy insanity. […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Looks like it was decided that this storyline was over! This appears to be the first strip I drew with a simple marker, rather than the terrible-to-work-with-why-was-I-using-it Staedtler caligraphy pen I worked with through all of Roomies!, with its metal […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
I kind of crack up at that third panel. Who talks like that? I guess whoever’s setting up a punchline.
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