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Yes, we're expecting parents, laboring over a book-length comics project we plan to put into print when we finish it, a labor of love now several years in the making. It started the same way the blog stories started -- with Manuel and I hunkering down after a long shift of work, swapping ideas and memories over wooden table tops laced with empty shot glasses and beer bottles, laughing and talking shit and describing the demented, unpredictable cast of characters in our personal histories, in our restaurant and in our imaginations.
The latter collection ended up creating a kind of world for themselves; we'd have one character pinned down when suddenly another character would bang up against him, fiction after fiction picking each other's pockets, slapping each other high fives and gumming up the works.
We ended up with a story. Made up people doing made up things in a time and place where they seemed to all fit together.
Here's an image we stumbled over:
Most of our major characters are in this poster.
The guy at the bottom? He's despicable. He's the biggest loser and the smallest man. He's anonymous. He's the end of the world.
The man with the drink in his hand? He's good at his job. He hates it. He's a straight talker and a crooked walker. He's Earl.
The creature to his right? That's Earl's co-worker.
The lady on his left? Her name's Hailie. She's a housewife, actually. Then later, she's something else.
The guys at the top are the posse. They're responsible for a lot. They're also pretty ignorant about what kind of damage they can do. But they end up giving it a shot anyway.
We'll get more into the actual world of the story in another post, but this should give a good introductory taste. This one and the next several are free. We're lousy drug dealers, Manuel and I.
Aw, hell: here's another one.
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