I have words about this, but ultimately the basis of art as a commodity is absurd to me, but I also want to eat and live comfortably. So the mantra will always and forever be, fuck you pay me. I’m lucky that I rarely have to say that to friends, ya’ll are too good to me.
Also sorry I’m late, I turned 27 and we, we being me and what felt like 50 some odd people, celebrated and had a good time and I didn’t stay on top of things. #mybad
if you like the comics and want to show support send some sweet sweet bean juice my way (it’s coffee you sick puppies)