Telling you what bar this was in would only limit my ability to apply this to every other bar I’ve ever been in.
alcohol + insomnia + boring puzzles in a video game = this comic
It was a long night at the airport. I deserved it.
Making comics while Kara was at an appointment.
If you ever see sitting alone drawing in a bar, I promise that I’m doing it because I enjoy it and not because I’m secretly hoping you’re going to come marvel at how great an artist I am or whatever.
It was a grand night for drinking.
It was a wise choice.
When you’re too tired to party.
When I’m drawing in a crowded bar, it’s because I want to draw, not because I’m trying to get attention for being artistic or a loner or whatever.
I recognize that she might have been completely oblivious to me, or that she might have just enjoyed not having a man bother her while she danced. But I’m pretty sure she wanted me to notice and acknowledge her.
And I was just in the right kind of mood to completely refuse to do so.
(Except of course that I just did.)
I’m so funny that I never have to goat people into laughing.
I would apologize, but you would all know I didn’t mean it.
Too anxious to socialize? Make a comic!