I decided to try drawing hourly comics on Saturday the 9th (my birthday). I started off strong, hit a stretch of incredibly boring hours, and then forgot to bring my little notebook with me upon leaving the apartment. Anyways, here are the first few hours of the 25th year of my life, hastily scribbled into a tiny notebook.
fuck. I hate that you didn’t do more. I hate you for that.
Yes! These have such great vitality to them!
Good luck on the rest of the set!
Odd, I think you and I make breakfast the same way…
Happy belated Birthday, Phil! I hope your beard was especially resplendent!