I woke up this morning, bright (well, not so bright, the sun wasn’t up yet) and early at 5 a.m. as I usually do, ready to start a new day by making comics, jogging, and eating breakfast — three of my favorite things. Today was going to be extra cool, because me and my friend Jay were going to see The Dark Knight Rises in the early afternoon. Everything was looking pretty good, and then … news of this surfaced.
I was unable to shake this sucking feeling from the pit of my stomach, and I couldn’t focus on anything else. So I did the only thing I really know how to do to cope with feelings … I wrote this comic. You guys might think it’s cheesy, but I’m pretty much almost tearing up even as I write this, and my 14-year-old self’s reaction in the comic is basically why.