I had a good sale. I set up appointments for the very few people that came over, and we kept our distance and we had a good time. I’m not greedy, never have been, so I cut incredible deals for those that were brave enough to show up. I made enough to move out, and, if everything works out, I found a place that I can afford without a roommate! Lake Nokomis area of Minneapolis. The Nokomis area. I hope I get it. I want to be in Minneapolis again. I want to live by my friends.
That’s from a song called “This Year” by The Mountain Goats. I find their music soothing. But more importantly, I find the message of hope the song conveys comforting.
I waited 2 weeks before I decided to break down and draw quarantine diary comics for the general public. I always draw diary comics, and have since 1997 when I saw a book called “Peep Show” by a guy named Joe Matt. This genius wrote about all the shit in his life (and sometimes literal shit) and got it published by Drawn and Quarterly. How in the fuck? I could do that! I was talented enough, and Lord All Mighty I had better stories to tell then the Master of Pee jars Joe Matt! So that’s when I started to write about my life. Sporadically at first, and then with more vigor as the years and the bitterness wore on. Now we have this unique situation, and damn near everyone I know has written about it in some form or fashion, and I, Mr. Different, decided that I wasn’t going to do it. Rather, I would focus on a project so far of left field people would think I’d quit making comics. I made sticker sets and T-shirt designs instead. Preparing for after, you know? BUT GODAMMIT, I just have to write about my life! I have many more stories you folks have never even heard about! Like when I met Arnold Schwarzenegger! Or when I lived in Montana! Or when I tried to lose weight too fast and wound up destroying my body! That one is a hoot!
This is Boney Colds. He is Bruh’s cat. Or rather, ‘Bruh’ is a construct inside Boney’s computer.
I’m sick of the fear. I’m sick of every screen pushing that shit in my face. Including my own. So here is my ultimate fear diary page from yesterday. I purged that shit. For now. I am going to try to be hopeful, and as such, I am going to take my diary and focus it in a different direction. I’m a comedian at heart, and that is one of my strengths. Starting tomorrow, something different, but as real as it gets.