#25 - please do not block door open (05-97) 



on the front doors (there are three) of the afton apartments there were in those days signs that announced,
 
Please Do
Not Block
Door Open
        Mgt. 

as you might expect these doors would be blocked open as often as not. i wish i had used a little more cranial smoke over nips' head, though: that's a pretty weak trail. there wasn't a lot of tagging inthe stairwells then, but FUCKER and CELT were common tags around the city at the time. it looks like i got tired of too much wash over the past two comics, and used virtually none in this one. it could have really used more, obviously. note the poster for the coctails in the kitchen, then go out and buy a coctails cd--i recommend the early hi-ball years; i saw them play live only once, at recycled sounds in kansas city--in the summer of 1995, but i practically wore this CD out, and it has an invisible effect on these comics, along with a number of other albums; i'll have to create a discography to show the musical influences on sparrow's fall.

so the girl comes in, and interviews with steve, and goes away again, and i go into steve's office and i say, 'hire her!' and he does, and my god, that was the start of the trouble. but you know, things have a way of happening, because without that girl, you would not be reading this, and i would never have done this comic, and i would not be have married to my wife. it's a strange world we live in, and i would hardly be the last person to say that it sucks, but i see things like this happen, and i wonder just how it all works, sometimes.

did a johnson county bastard ever leave a twenty on the counter? why, yes, he did. they punish themselves, the rich do. and finally, the 'they don't know they're animated' crack was a line from an MTV spot promoting their animation. MTV bastards should do animation again, but they probably won't. it doesn't sell as well as hot tub orgies, i suppose, and costs a whole lot more.






 

Posted: Wed - April 21, 2004 at 06:29 AM             |

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