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August 30, 2012 at 11:44 pm
Time… to die..
.. child.
(The ‘changed person’ reminds me a of Jyrras Gianna)
September 1, 2012 at 12:18 am
Is this the beginning of a larger strip?
It does get to the essential point, but there could be elaborations.
September 1, 2012 at 12:23 am
I could easily write an entire novel about the summer of 1982. That was, among other things, the summer I first laid my hands on a computer (my sister’s Apple II).
September 9, 2012 at 3:26 pm
Hurra for the summer of ’82 where I met my first girlfriend ever. It was like entering a realm of magic where everything looked, tasted or smelled nice. We’re still best friends
September 20, 2012 at 3:08 am
I hope you’ve been busy, and not lost interest in doing these sketches and one-offs. The variety of styles and storyline are fascinating.
September 20, 2012 at 3:26 am
I’m actually in the midst of moving, and it’s turning out to be more complicated than expected. (I guess it always is, huh?) I’ll be back in the Sheep Groove by the end of this month, I promise!