That’s right: I used the fucker’s real name. Maybe now he can tell me what his problem was. (Oh come on, it’s a boring name, could easily be anyone. Unlike, say, Athena.)

I have now been alone in a house for more than THREE DAYS. This time has taught me that insanity is much easier to accomplish than I’d previously assumed. But it also produced this short video, which made me laugh at myself. Or cackle insanely, but who’s here to tell. Fortunately my mom is coming for me within the hour.

About the comic, though, for serious: I do feel a little uneasy talking about bitter high school stuff, since it’s a lot more recent (i.e. the people involved might see it and get upset, which probably wouldn’t be the case with events from 2nd grade). I don’t want to get too much in the habit of writing rageful things about all the people I feel have wronged me. I’d prefer that most of my comics are what most of my life is: kind of funny and stupid. I’m trying to tread a careful line here. Tell me if you ever think I’m crossing it.

But. John Murray. What a turd.