I deserve more.

Sorry for the late post. Computer troubles, etc. I'm sure you understand. Also, sorry for the shit scan, I really can't be bothered to fix it at this point.

Yup, no comic this week. Big apologies to the WBDM fans out there, but if you really wanted to know what happened this week, I'll give you the text version.

Panel 1: I throw up.
Panel 2: I throw up.
Panel 3: I throw up.
Panel 4: Job Interview.

"Woah, woah, woah!" You say. "What was that last part? A job interview? Garrett, you son of a bitch, congratulations!"

Yeah. I got a job now working for a marketing company selling knives. Something about the whole thing seemed kind of shady to me going in, but I figured as long as I'm not giving them my money, I really don't have all that much to lose. Training begins on Thursday. Anyone want to buy some sick-ass knives?

This week has been a bizarre one, to put it simply. To put it even more simply, I'm a god-damn moron. I see these problems on the horizon and think, "Nope. Not this time. This time I'm fucking bullet-proof." I haven't been able to keep food in my stomach longer than 2 hours. I'm not sure if it's nerves or a stomach bug or something, but this has been going on for something close to a week now, and I can feel myself get weak and grumpy so much easier than I used to.

I'm afraid I'm reverting into a person I used to be, and that is terrifying.

Well here you go guys, my comic for the week. So our main character wakes up and finds that he is no longer in his car or anywhere near the car accident.

I planned on coloring it, but alas I just didn't get around to it. Well I am pretty exhausted so I will update this post a little more when I am in more of a state of full awareness, but for now enjoy the artwork.

-Bill

New Friends.

Sorry the comic looks like garbage this week. I've been all kind of sick. It's hard to tell if this is anxiety or a legitimate bug, but I can't keep food down for longer than an hour.

I haven't eaten anything solid in almost 3 days. I've been living off a diet of my mother's old Cure-Alls -- Pepto-Bismol and Ginger Ale. Needless to say, I'm feeling weak and tired. Taking a note from Bill's post last week, this comic is part fiction, part reality.

I've been thinking long and hard about what to post about this week. My head hasn't been on straight for the longest time. I'm running into old acquaintances, making new ones. It's been pretty damn eventful.

Just so you know, the last 2 panels are left intentionally without color.

I guess I don't really have much else to say. Stay tuned, loyal readers. Let's see how this all turns out.