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...I didn't know I was still here. I don't know if I care much one way or the other. Life has been busy.

This summer, I embarked upon a journey from the east to the west, voluntarily trying to make it out for free. For the most part, it worked. And for the most part, it was a lot of fun.

Suffice to say, we lucked out. This particular hitchhiking stint, barring times of hunger, and times of being stranded in unhappy situations (I.E., Jackson, MI, birthplace of the republican party and home of a gorgeous state prison, white as fuck, pigs giving us trouble/getting stuck on the Canadian highway by an overpass that didn't have an on or off ramp while running out of water), was fuckin' fantastic.

Much too much to be said, to be written down, over and over again in paltry little journal entries.

No, my friends, this is a job only a comic can accomplish. My dedication to my art has improved dramatically in the past few months.

For now, I settle in Atlanta with the boy, and five other marvelous roommates.

Christmas drawing near, and so many presents to make--one for a friend to give away, and for a price. Someone paying me for my talents. Hah.

I suppose it's well deserved. Considering how the past month and a half has been nothing but bacterial pneumonia segueing to some kind of stomach flu, to weakass lungs where anything I do winds me, especially in this ridiculous cold air.

Here holds less interest. Perhaps I shall maintain my presence, regardless.