Hey, y’all. Here’s a comic. My grandparents were actually from Detroit. Michiganders who moved south to North Carolina and eventually Florida. As the rare members of my family without a southern drawl, they spoke with a clipped, exaggerated attack, a bit like actors in an old movie. Which seems to be the way a lot of their generation talked. So maybe there’s always been a chicken or egg thing between reality and fiction? I don’t know. I never met anyone born before radios or printing presses or Shakespeare.
These are great, man. Keep it up! It's always a treat to see new work from you, especially work that you're both writing AND drawing! Love it!
Thanks so much, Brahm. I hope you’re well, man.
Thanks so much for these; highlight of most comic weeks!