Back in college and for a bit after, I would wear my clothes until they were tatters. I think I did it because I was poor and didn’t want to be wasteful, but I think part of it was that I was repelled by the idea of fitting in anywhere.
It is a bit bizarre that the one time Bruno is super-assertive, is when she sees she’s scaring a guy. But, I would also have to say there might be a bit more going on, that Kemp somewhat represents my want-for-isolation-and-to-write-poetry-and-be-left-alone-side, which is fun to antagonize.
I like how sometimes I got so organic with the drawings, wrapping the text around the drawings.
In fact, I largely drew in the characters first and then lettered around them, an odd way to go about things.
Who was it, a friend of mine was either doing this yelling or talking about doing this yelling. it was too wonderful and colorful not to relay.
Poor Kemp. I don’t know why I enjoyed tormenting him almost as much as Bruno did (although for me, since he’s fictional, it wasn’t quite as weird and evil as with Bruno, for who he was real).