I would like to start working on comics again, but it’s been so long, between Newcastle’s final days in February and Oscar moving in in April, that I’m concerned I won’t be able to restart. I’ve been spending my weekends at the coffee shop, drawing little lots of little fully rendered sketches, hanging out with Oscar, etc., that I can’t bring myself to return to my half-penciled page.

So I did a one-page short, set in 1977, starring my parents and their kid, who only likes to play with toys if they can kill him.