The Squabstacle

An ode to spring on the second day of summer

I’ve been sitting on comic ideas for a while now, thinking I’d come up with some brilliant idea to smoosh them all together in a long project. But the brilliant idea never came. I just kept waiting until I got the bug.

It feels like a whole season passed me by sitting and waiting. I got bored. I counted the blossoms on the rose bush out front. I set out a blanket and read. I watched all the baby geese in Echo Park grow from sweet yellow puffs into hissing teens. Spring sprung, and I crumpled under the pressure I put on myself to capture it.

But it’s summer now. It’s time to wake up and smell the jasmine.

The bug finally bit me on a plane ride to New York for the weekend.

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