Exactly one year ago today, I went to Industry City Distillery for the first time.
A year later, it’s become my second home. Everybody there is like family to me, and they’re some of my very best friends. I love you guys! <3
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Here’s Day 2 of my Hurricane Sandy comic diary. That’s Monday, so the storm really starts hitting in the afternoon here. Note: at this point, my last actual interaction with a person I know (as opposed to people on the subway or on the street or in the grocery store and such) was at 6pm the previous day.
If you missed the first part of Cabin Fever, it’s here. Everything here happened. It’s slightly editorialized (I left in the interesting things, dialogue is paraphrased as best as I can remember) but nothing is fictional. The rules: no penciling, no corrections.
My good friends know this, but I don’t do well alone. Like, really don’t do well alone. I start getting antsy after a couple hours without human contact. Ironically, I have lived alone since 2006. This somehow makes sense, really.
Monday night, in the worst howly-stormy bits of Hurricane-or-Tropical-Storm-or-Angry-Avenging-Weather-God Sandy, I decided it would be a good idea to document my hurricane experience. I didn’t lose power, but at the time, I didn’t know that my power and internet would stay on, nor did I know about the long-term effects that the storm would have on city transportation. I just thought it would be interesting and give me something to do. I started with the first rumblings of warnings that this was A Thing, last week, and went from there.
I gave myself rules: no penciling, and no correcting errors apart from crossing them out. The story is obviously edited, but I tried to be merciless and not edit out embarrassing/troubling bits.
Here’s Part One, from Friday through Sunday, when the MTA shutdown began.
Peter is our business manager over at Industry City Distillery. This one has been sitting half-finished in my notebook for a while now:
Zac’s birthday is tomorrow, so he’s getting a comic next. Which, ironically, is about how he doesn’t present very good material for comics.
I swear I didn’t think of turning this into a comic until well after the fact. Cross my heart.
It’s ALSO Dave’s birthday tomorrow. But he’s already been in lots of comics, so I’ll leave you with this:
Happy almost-birthday, guys!