A bad night (Cerebral Itch part 6)WARNING:Graphic content!!
These were the four of the most difficult pages for me to draw. I hated drawing them. I hated even worse, having to go back and paint the fuckers. I did as little as possible.
I’ve never told anyone about what you are about to read. It’s been one of my biggest and worst secrets. I honestly blocked it out. I had forgotten that it happened until I got to that part in the story. And then it all came flooding back. Every detail.
I remember the crappy orange and brown shag carpeting that smelled like a beer-soaked ashtray. I remember the shiny oil-based paint in the corner of the living room wall. I can remember all the visceral details, but I am having a hard time with their names. Oh, I could find out if I really wanted to, but I don’t. I want to be done with this particular moment in my life.
I should have posted these pages as part of part five, but these four pages stand apart. It is graphic, and disturbing, and all too true.