I finally received my comp copies of the small town big city comics. It’s wierd, but Comiccon feels like years ago and it totally was not.


It got a little muddled from the color, but the first two text balloons were part of an argument my coworkers were having around me. Sadly, this discussion of pronunciation is the single most intelligent conversation I’ve overheard in that breakroom.

Why color and super sketchy? Someone had brought in fat child size crayola markers as part of a “let’s all sign a going away card for the store manager!” That was a pathetic communal card, but the markers lingered for a few days so I played around a lot.

On a related note to #19, here’s something else I did with the breakroom crayolas before they were stolen vanished:

Crayola colored hands
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