This is actually a re-creation. I had drawn 3-4 cartoons and put them in my music folder. My car had expired a few days earlier so I was borrowing my mother’s car. I set my white music folder atop my mother’s white car. As I drove off through Santee, my folder went flying behind me. I salvaged one cartoon, but I said “fuck it” and I drew just this one cartoon.

Clair promised me everything would be okay. I’ve heard promises like those before. They rarely ever are kept. I’ll just wait for her to prove me wrong, I suppose. So I’m just waiting—non-intently.

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