#7 - i want id! (01-97) 



my friend ♀ had a particular feud with a clerk at the QuikTrip on main by the art institute. he saw her every day, since she lived a block away and was always buying cigarettes and beer and food and what-not there. an inveterate checkwriter, she always ppeared with checkbook in hand. every day he asked to see her ID, scrutinizing her and it to be certain she was indeed who she said she.

'but you know who i am!' she finally said. 'you see me every day!'

the clerk shrugged. 'still got to see the ID.'

the ID-demanding clerk makes a number of appearances in my comics over the next few years.

other than the rather futile attempt to deal with the QuikTrip cold-case, and the observation that the KC Deth-Ray logo appears on the left rather than the right, there's really only one thing to say about this comic. the masked figure toting the gun under his coat--observe the cutaway view of the shotgun, which i was quite proud of--is wearing a coat that christopher--and i--both own. you'll see it later own. christopher is down to his last dollar-sixty, and spending it on booze. is this a wish in his mind? a premonition like the bum on the hill and the car burglar in 'strict budgeting?' is it a real robbery? did christopher actually rob a QuikTrip? i know i never did. i don't know, honestly; i think it was meant to be happening as they left; but the coat sure is striking evidence that it didn't.

i was fond of that QuikTrip. it's been rebuilt and moved back, destroying some fine old apartments. i refuse to draw it that way. it's always 1996-1997 in this almost-kansas city world, even tthough they know about the passage of time outside it . . . kind of like the simpsons. and schmitt's? the first beer i ever got drunk up, cheap as tapwater when you take back the brown, scuffed, returnable bottles. nectar of the gods. i'll never speak badly of schmitt's, even in a comic.


 



 

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