I better get a buttload of books printed up! I have always done these ‘superhero’ type cons, but my comics don’t do particularly well. Here is a comic about that experience. Hey friends!
It’s a little early, but what the fuck.
A dude came up to me at one of the local comic conventions and said “I like your stuff. You remind me of Bukowski.” I read some of Charles Bukowski’s poetry and stories back in my ‘American Poet’ stage. Kind of forgotten it over time. But that comment got me to reading more of his stuff. One book of particular note is “South of no North”. I can see it. The parallels between his stories and mine. We both write as if we were talking to you casually at a barroom table. So I started painting him. Sold those fuckers right away. Now here is a comic.
Huh. As it turns out, Blood and Drugs, now complete and at the printers, is a Christmas story. Crazy, I know! But there it is. It didn’t start that way (ha ha!) but it ended up that way! Here is just one more page…