Well, I have been trying to avoid it, but it got me. I am sick. I hate life right now and I am cold and hot at the same time and I may have fever.
I blame the fucking snow.
That’s better than the two-fucking-feet of the shit we got a few weeks ago.
Roscoe came over earlier to start scanning the pages of No Country For Young Men so that when I recover – hopefully soon – I can just go straight into editing and what not.
If the update for The Legend of the Georgia Samurai is late this week, then I apologize, and it’s lateness will be due to the fact that I was gripping my toilet while vomiting, and then shivering myself to sleep, holding back tears as I slowly curse life.
I don’t remember drawing this picture. It may have been during a strange fever dream or some shit.
I call him, B-Dug the Warrior.
I’m gonna go take some medicine and cry.