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Normally I hate autobiographical comics, but I make an exception for these! More!
Yeah comics about everyday life are interesting but kind of dull. I’ll try to tell some good stories. I’ve been to a lot of weird places.
I thought of someone else whose autpbiographical comics I liked. Dennis Eichorn. Real Stuff, it was called, as I’m sure most readers of this site would remember. Lots of crazy adventures, getting fucked up pn drugs, fighting, fucking, kicking ass, going to prison. In other words, things that some actual person might find interesting to read about, or even hear about. Not some shit where it’s like a god-damn looney-bin dropout on the bus pestering you about his every piccadello. Not some extremely detailed recitation about how his tastes in pornography have evolved, from his first sticky-paged Vanessa Del Rio mini-mag to his present-day personally-edited editions of Teen Cum Dumsters ##41 through 265. Or how if he doesn’t dress up in a suit like it’s 1937 he doesn’t feel right in his skin.
Also, Eichhorn picked artists who had style. Most of the time pretty talented folks. People whose art was interesting to look at, art that added something to the stories. Unlike the founder of modern autobiographical snooze-comics, Harvey Pekar, whose ideal illustrator seemed to be the guy who drew Mary Worth. I think he actually was a talented writer, and like most talented writers he could produce worthwhile insights from mundane source material. However, the same cannot be said for any of the millions of embittered, basement-bound hacks who have tried to follow his example.
I like Dennis Eichorn.
This begs for a sequel… possibly a short series.
Or, was that the whole conversation?
We got up the next day and hitch hiked all day long without a ride so we went back to the bush. He was under there again with another jug and the same conversation happened again, ending in You guys, you guys, you guys.
Maybe that’s just what you THOUGHT happened…
Reality is what is perceived
No, it happened. If it says True Story on my comic you can be guaranteed it’s true. No brag, just fact.
Oi wot is a Flaming Tokay then, eh?
It is a garbage cooking wine used by people who can’t cook. Also Flame Tokay. Tastes like rotten mushrooms mixed with cheap white port. Gets you drunk. It’s always at the far back under Granny’s sink.
That guy is totally my little sister. Instead she says, “I have something to say! I have something to say! I have something to say!” And it’s just as funny. I love her tho!
While this is an excellent strip, I have to point something out: Ain’t No Saguaro in Texas. We got a whole song about it: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=L0Z5z6BTj5c
That’s some scary shit!