On the outside and why I don't bother

Slowly but surely I'm getting back to work. Steady progress, that's the way forward. Ten odd panels remaining and some of those some of the most interesting. To me at least. These are a bit boring.

Not this one, this one turned out better than I hoped. Brother Rabbit is a careful and calculating sort. But when it comes time to kill a lot of things all at once, no one is quicker to the nitroglycerin than he.

These other two have story line importance, but are otherwise terrible. Something with this one went wrong early on and I never bothered to fix it. As I had run out of pages in the book, I just went with it. Whatever. Brother Bear consults with the elder Bear to get some guidance. In the circumstances this might not have been wise, as the old madness has been creeping into his brain. When the gentlemen become addled by the ages, the old bloodlust strikes up again.

And last but not least is this thing. Something seems off about this one too, but I can't put my finger on it. It seem unfinished. But it's not, and to hell with it too. It works. Brother Mouse attempts to talk sense into some ungulates and a dingo. Being of the sensible type, he is completely unable to understand why the nigh-illiterate Cow keeps looking at him like he's made of books.

Being by myself is a hateful thing these days. I feel like history is repeating itself. I bury myself in work to keep from thinking about it, and when that fails I inevitably reach for the bottle. I've been getting better about that. I've been in touch with some old friends and that also helps. But even still, I never want to see anyone. With exceptions, I suppose. Exception. History repeats itself indeed. Different place, different time, different players but the same outcomes. I know this is a problem with me. I just don't understand it. In any case, I am becoming more of a hermit. I can't see why I should make the attempt anymore. To hell with it.

I suspect sightings of me will become rare from now. Like the mighty bigfoot before me, I will retreat into the wilderness, leaving only scant footprints and blurry photographs in my wake. Be seeing you.