Something similar happened on Michele and my wedding night.

Apparently this or something similar happens to a lot of newly married couples on their first night of wedded bliss.

Oh yes… so much fun.

“No one’s stupid enough to believe that.”

At times I wonder about Gary and his loyalty to his wife. At times I wonder about Kassandra and her loathing for her husband. I know I can’t make either of them happy, at times though, I hope that I could make their lives better. I can’t say as either is fully wrong or right. In truth they’ve both done things that have hurt the other. What’s more is that what needs to happen to stop their hurt and suffering, neither is really willing to do. I suppose the best I can try to do is learn from their mistakes.

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.

Poor Gary, of the majority of people I know right now who are likely to get my pity, he’s at the top. Doesn’t necessarily mean he gets it, but he’s the most likely to.

Gary does have quite the awful, potentially lethal, alcohol allergy, and Kassandra does have a way of making him want to drink.