Who saw that coming? Huh? Anybody?
Ha, that’s what I thought.
Seriously folks, thanks for coming back each week to refill our cold hearts with the warmth we need to keep this going. Each page is literally a no-holds-barred death match between Jake and I. And then after we’re done, panting and broken on the floor, we smear our bloody faces across a giant piece of paper until strange patterns emerge…which become the pages that you see here, which just so happen to form some sort of vague narrative week to week. Crazy, right? I have no idea where it’s going, I just know there has to be something really important right around the corner…there has to be…right? We’re not senselessly beating each other into pulps over nothing, right guys?
Guys?
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