| [2006 April 29] 'Crisp'.
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I didn't have a bodyguard in school. Elementary school was the hell that started it all... and blah blah blah... you know, the last thing I'm interested in doing right now is bitching about how rotten school was. I'm not in that kind of school now, so to hell with it. I have no idea what modern schools are like. My guess is they're worse than what I had to put up with and that's based on the latest evidence of school shootings which didn't seem to be occuring quite so often when I was an inmate. Now my best shot is to make fun of as many fake angsty teenagers as I can. What do they call them now? Generation Y? I ask the same question: why? Despite the hopes of baby-boomer parents everywhere, generation X isn't dead yet and 30 years from now their brats will be arguing over our philosophies. | |
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| [2006 May 1] I did this page in September of 2003, before I quit working for the nepotistic, price-gouging con artists. That particular job was a pretty good inspiration for the comic, as they were iconically indicative of the average person in this part of south Texas.
School? I wouldn't be caught dead near one of those places today. | |
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[Transcript] - Andy narrates, "Okay... here's a portrait of me at eight." Focusing on a picture of young Andy bawling his eyes out. "I cried a lot. I got picked on because I was fat and whiny, which made me cry even more. For which I was picked on even more. It was a continuous loop. Well, one day our household arrangements were changed...
An older kid in a black trenchcoat holding a duffle bag stands in the doorway. "Andrew, this is your cousin, Rudolph. He's come all the way from Austria. His parents are getting a divorce, so he's staying with us for a while. He'll have to share your room, okay?"
And I thought... TEENAGER GERMS!!
It soon became obvious to me that he wasn't quite like most teenagers... "Um.. why you always wear that coat around?" Rudy replies, "Becaud one day you bill die. No one bill remeber you. Idd'l be jusslike you wer nebber born."
He was quiet, and lashed out at anyone who didn't leave him alone. Yet, he was just as unselfish when he needed to be.
[Rudy clobbers someone who's bullying Andy.]
He, unlike my dad, left some distinct impressions of giving a shit. The only problem was you could never make any sort of conversation out of it. He never gave warnings. He was never much into wearing his thoughts. He was the only role model I ever had for courage. |
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