Have you ever spent fifteen hours working on something only to find that when the deadline came around, you couldn't find it? This happened to me yesterday, and at the wrong time of day. If this had happened at the time I wake up, you know, NOW...I could have re-drawn the much-awaited (or so I like to think) issue 8.2 of "The COCAINE! Bros." However, at four o' clock in the afternoon, around the time I'm ready to relax with a good book, maybe have some dinner, I decided to go ahead and do some cutting so Bruni would receive CB on time.
It was not in my safe place. As if through some act of doom, the issue had disappeared. Just POOF! Gone. No mas. I wondered if maybe I had put it elsewhere. My scanner has been acting like a dick lately, not wanting to scan things they way they are but the way it wants them to look. So I figured I'd outsmart the bastard and cut panels carefully making them more concomitant to this nefarious piece of technology's idea of how a scan should look. Maybe I'd done this study the night before. I'm working on so many things they seem to tangle together like kissing tongues.
I tore my room apart. A tornado touched down on the carpet. No issue. My wife came in to help and I left. She looked more calmly, ever patient. No issue.
I got to work. Unfortunately, I'm not the wealthy man with the high-pro equipment yet; that'll come later. No, for now I pay my dues hunched over my bed and drawing in the quiet. I did pretty well finishing two pages of pencils in three hours. Deciding to take I break I stood.
Well, tried to stand is more like it. I have to face facts. I'm edging up on 36 here. The last vestiges of my youth are beginning to crumble like a cookie. In other words, I needed a fucking cane. I settled for straightening my abused 73 inch form using one hand on my back and the other on my forehead pushing and pulling respectively. Crunch. Ever had a bowl of Rice Crispies?
I've already lost two weeks on CB due to other projects, technical difficulties and also my sister's sudden decision to move to California, which is turning out to be a cluster fuck I'm afraid will kill my mother. While things of this nature are nothing new they always suck. Don't they? I'm sure you've got your stories--we all do.
8.2 will be ready Monday, for all who are interested. Whether or not Bruni decides to publish it or make the fans wait is entirely up to him. I've known this guy for 22 years and love him though I do he's a bit of an OCD nutter. But then, we're all a pain in the balls in our own ways aren't we?
See you tomorrow, Angels and Devils.
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