This is absolutely insane.
It starts out interesting and kind of funky and then the further you get down, the worse kinds of drugs he’s taking (huffing computer duster etc.), and he winds up drawing pictures of himself in fucking hospital.
Stoner: Hey, want to smoke some weed with me?
Cool person: No thanks, grass is for mowing.
SHUT-DOWN
COMIC PREVIEW
Okay, my pal James mentioned a ‘special project’ I was working on.
Nothing to say, really. It’s just a black and white comic I’m doing for my friend’s company, something for him to print and sell and we split the profits. It’s called Welcome To Arizona and it’s about two ugly-ass girls from California who have to move to Arizona to live with a raging lesbian, Cassidy, and her two dyke tag-alongs.
Really there’s nothing special about it.
Except that I did it entirely while on drugs.
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Warning, it’s not exactly safe for work. Possibly a bit disturbing, lol.
We got the munchies really bad so the drummer and I went to a KFC drive-through and were playing the rehearsal CD in the car. We drove up and the chick was like, “are you guys musicians?”
The drummer goes “yeah, it’s Pete’s first night. We’re playing it now, actually, you want to hear it?” And she shouts, “yeah!!”
So we crank it right up and at that exact moment in time, our playing turns to shit and it’s basically like a bunch of fucking retards are attacking each other with instruments. I burst into laughter and yell, “you weren’t supposed to show her that part”, and she goes, “no, it’s good! I like it!” And she’s smiling like a motherfucker.
It was basically the best night.
Also somehow I got a better score on Dr. Kawashima’s Brain Training than when I’m clear, I don’t know how the hell that works.
