Forgot

For all the times I’ve drawn things that have wound up hurting people, I think this is the first time that I’ve actually found myself suffering from some semblance of regret with regards to a comic. Even when my step-mother and my dad told me I was going to hell for what I drew, I didn’t feel what I’m feeling as I type this.I value my friends, all of them. I find myself associated with people I hang out with but don’t necessarily consider friends. I have trust issues. I’ve been burnt by so many people saying they were my friend that I have difficulty making friends. For me this is a simple fact of life.Why am I posting this? Mostly because the butt of this comic in my mind is Gary’s wife, and without a doubt, I consider her my best friend, even on the bad days. This comic probably wouldn’t bother me so much if it weren’t for the fact that through dumb luck I realized a couple hours ago, that this would be posting on her birthday.