As an artist progresses, looking back at their past art is interesting for them because they’ve gotten better and see all of the flaws in the work back when they were proud of what they had made. I’m doing that again right now. But progress is important to note. I still love this comic.

Scott and I at the beach before we broke up.

I drew this on a yellow post-it note that I dropped the color out of when I scanned it. Me under a pile of costumes while working at the shop.

Working in the costume shop while carrying a 101 fever.

When I worked in a costume shop for my day job, I got to dress up almost every day in costumes during the month of October leading up to Halloween.

Just chasing some hoodlums in a Chicken suit.

Voices of my characters. It’s not schizophrenia, I realize now, it’s just how characters come to creative people.

Working at a feed store for one of the worst bosses I ever had. It was a physically taxing job. I was lifting up 300 lbs hay bails with hooks and lifting them into trucks for feed as well as U-Haul. Job sucked.

A self-portrait from my childhood bedroom. I was still living at home at age 22 and drew me here. It was on lined paper and I dropped out the highlighter color.