I know, I know. Two posts in as many days. I'm really spoiling you. Don't get used to it though, I doubt I can keep this heady pace up for long, especially on the tiny amount of sleep I'm currently getting.
I made this comic as a gift for Moya (top left of top left panel) who is practically family and had a big birthday last year. It's taken me MONTHS to finish but the moment finishing things is super important to me. I'm terrible for starting loads of things and not finishing them. I get carried away in the giddiness of newness but I get bored really quickly.
However, I've learnt that completion is a REALLY vital discipline, with each piece of work I finish, I learn so much. What I don't like, what I love, what I'd like to explore more and I can use all that for my next idea. You probably all knew this ages ago...
Anyhoo. Here is this comic. Several months after I started it but finished nonetheless.
This is a true story about one day during a four week visit to stay with Moya and Paul in the USA when I was 15. We ate our way around Pennsylvania that holiday and this day was no exception, although it was on the more extreme side of average consumption.
Being maced in the face in this fashion, though deeply distressing for a short time, is genuinely one of the funniest things that has happened to me.
I hope you enjoy.