-Novak
Acrylic on 8" by 10" masonite

This past Sunday I was hanging out with Angela and her family cause her younger sister, Crystal, came home from the army on leave. The house was packed with women, the exception being her grandpa and myself. I was super bored, as usual, since her grandparents watch spanish soap operas on the living room TV, where I play video games, when ever they come over. To pass the time by, I spent the afternoon making stickers out of small drawings I create on illustration board. Once Angela's 9 year old sister and her nieces figured out what I was doing they naturally wanted to make their own. While all this is happening I caught wind of a conversation Angela, her mom and grandma were having about buying bras at Nordstrom. Not sure what happened next but I hear the phrase yelled out,
I think I'm getting too preachy on this thing. I know I've just started doing these things again but its really hard to think of stuff to draw comics about. My life is pretty uneventful for the most part. I just go to work and go home. Aside from the wedding Angela and I have been planning, not much really goes on. I really need to find a writer for another comic or something cause this is getting stale really quick. I'm sure for the most part, that these comics are painful to read. Thanks for coming back to read, by the way, if you don't feel an obligation to me in any way (friend, family, fiancee) to give me some readership. Wish I could say doing these is therapeutic in some way, since it's about my life, but for the most part, for me, its an exercise in self deprecation. Which in some way can be therapeutic, I guess, but I guess that wasn't the point of it. Maybe its just about being self indulgent...not sure. Who knows...Great now this feels like a really sappy facebook post and feel crappy for writing it. ughhhh.
I know I'm really aging my self by writing this but I'm not really sure if it's this current generation of kids or if I just really cared way more than some people about the way I performed in school. It seems to me that kids now-a-days just really don't care what their grades say about them or what the importance that lies in a good education. I can understand if your were still in high school and didn't really care much for that shitty dance PE elective or something but when you're going to a school that you want to go to and taking classes that you want to take that you would be just a little bummed out that you bombed on your first test. Well, I guess thats just my rant for today. I think I'm turning into a old curmudgeon.
So on Sunday I went shopping with Angela, her mom and her sisters to look for some suits for my groomsmen. It was sort of an odd experience since they made me try the suits on even though I wasn't gonna be the one wearing it. To try on the suits, I had to wear one of those fake dress shirts with no sleeves or backing and baggy dress pants which I'm no longer used to since I've been doing the whole skinny jeans thing for a while now. What also made the situation awkward was that I kept having to be remeasured. Probably because of my tiny man's frame that's more akin to a chubby 7th grader than that of a 28 year old man.
The night of the show I got a text message from Bella saying that the bouncer at the door was telling people that the show was canceled. I wasn't really sure how that was possible and chocked it up to a misunderstanding at the door. How could the bouncer have thought that the show was canceled when it was so obviously not? There were musicians coming in and out of the venue and he was there all week while we laboriously hung our pieces.