It's over when it's over

Great. No apartment soon, but at least I got my tooth pulled. Sheesh. They say that toothache was the leading cause of suicide in the middle ages. I'm not surprised. I'm going to do some parts of North Boulder tonight. Looks like my deposit is going to be gobbled up with all sorts of minutae, which is pretty unfair, since I've only been here 2 months! I've lost $570 in deposits in the last few months due to unscrupulous housemates and renters. That sort of sucks. Well, in the worst case scenario, I will go to the west, live in my tent, and scan these into some Kinko's machine.

Life isn't Easy

What a lousy three days. First, I hurt my back sitting wrong! Jimininies! Then, my toothache has gotten really bad, so, I have to go the Dentist and spend another 140+ dollars on saving my face from extreme pain. Then, yesterday, I took a major spill on my bike! Needless to say, I haven't been out since Saturday, and I'm hoping to work tomorrow.

Same images, slight alteration

Well, tonight was a good one. I made a lot of folks happy, walking in an easy section of the city with very close doorways. I have to find more neighborhoods like this!

These two cartoons are the same as 8 & 9, but with slight alterations...I'm experimenting with maintaining characters as "occupationalists," so, the rabbit becomes the sherriff. I might make Hector a deputy, but that's not certain yet.

A drunk follows me to my bike

Not a great day. I worked for 2 hours, made 9 bucks, and my last door was a dangerously aggressive drunk accusing me of "plaigarism." The guy accused me of stealing from R. Crumb (he neglected, of course, to even look at my work) and then acted more and more belligerently, following me around and over to my bike, asking if I "paid royalties" to R. Crumb. He was pretty drunk, and I told him so, telling him that he was acting crazy because he was too drunk. He did mention that "his own" stuff was original, so, I guess he might have been trying to communicate he was an artist, albeit in a weird, violent, offbeat sort of way. I simply walked away from him as he followed, he made a threatening comment about my bike, and then I left, sort of in a huff, but also feeling alive in the moment. I'm getting a little worried about retaining a place to live, but I will try to keep new cartoons coming in any case once every few days, although I can't promise anything if I end up out on the west coast again, living in my tent.

Building Bridges

Had a pretty good day. I only worked for about an hour, but made good cash. I heard the weirdest sounds in one of the buildings I was in, like a weird sci fi channel sound coming out of one of the air conditioners. It had a deep, rumbling tone, but a wavy sort of nature as well, like a mechanical cat that never took a breath.

If you can remain calm while others are going crazy: maybe you just don't get the situation.

Second day out, I have to remember that I'm not all that healthy legwise, and I have to work from around 4:45 to 8:30 to make it. Otherwise, the sun and the pain tire me out. I did make 22 bucks in 1.3 hours, so, even at the hot part of the no one is home part of the day, i'm doing ok. I met a sweet school teacher and a nice woman who had my cartoon from last year still up on her refrigerator. The latter told me that she loved the cartoon, and happily bought one of my booklets.