Samuii desune!

I got nothing to say to you bastards today. (I mean 'bastards' in the affectionate sense. Love to y'all, srsly.)

Be There.

First of all:



And then:

Hott Shit!

Virginia says I'm grounded.

It's true. I've grounded myself for the next couple days, since I was such a fucking mess last week ... and especially after Saturday night. So, no bars and I can only hang out if I'm doing productive things. I'm gonna try to pull together another zine before I leave for Portland (mostly just so I can give it to Nicole Georges).

Anyway, introducing Sir Damien Kuntz to the world of Milky Boots:



That's supposed to be a heart, by the way. I was too lazy to figure out how to change the fonts.

Whining

Just so you know, I'm posting comics for you fuckers instead of buying groceries. Also, I got three flat tires this week.

Jeph Jacques whines way more than me anyway.