Am I getting older or has time begun to move faster? I swear, I turn around and August is over. I remember growing up and dreading/loving August, it was the last month of summer before school started again. There was that bizarre hope and fear, the outset of a new year, where I would do ridiculous things like lie in bed “reimagining” myself for the new school year. Junior High, I figured I’d come back after the summer and completely shock everyone with what a dangerous, ultra-hip nonchalante wildman I’d turned into over my mysterious summer. The fellas would be curious, what happened to him that changed him into such an ideal vision of what we all secretly wish to become? And of course, it would all be about the girls and their whispers in the hallway: Did you see Jim Terry? My God, where has he been all my life?
Of course, I’d go to school and about five minutes in I’d forget my facade and just be me again, gangly, pimply and awkward. The fellas were not worried, the girls took no notice what so ever. If anything there was speculation as to what happened to my face, why did it get so greasy and covered in boils over the summer? What is this guy, fucking Job with his boils and shit? Not to mention that my personal hygiene was in the toilet… shiiiit.
Don’t worry - somehow I tricked a woman into marrying me, although the boils remain.
I guess my point is that September is around the corner along with the inevitable deep-rooted feelings of CHANGE as the weather turns cold and the nights get longer and the ambient sounds quiet down… Next week I’ll be going to Ohio and then Arizona on a writing gig and when I get back it’ll be a new month. Odd. I’ve decided September will be devoted to finding a new apartment and pencilling “The Gift #2″ - no matter what. I’ll be signing books at The Comic Vault on October 11, trying to get “Coma D. Clown #2″ printed up by then, and maybe some shirts to purchase. The “Will Hump For Food” seems to be a popular request.
Ramble. Take care.