A comic from my journal comic series "The Secret Life of a Journal Comic". You can read more at my main site at www.journalcomic.com
And now for it's original notes...
A few comics back I jokingly suggesting that while I was growing up there was some sort of sex dungeon located in the middle of our living room. At the time I felt it was such an "over the top" notion that it'd clearly be taken as parody.
Now I feel the need to specify; there was never any sex dungeon.
At least as far as I know, I remember very little from my childhood. In fact, I'd almost forgotten how unusual the experience of talking to my mom is. I'm honestly not trying to bad mouth her here. The experience of being around my parents for a good amount of several years is part of what formed my world view. And I like to think it's a view with something to offer.
And though I wouldn't go as far as to say that I like myself, I do find myself interesting, and that's about as highly as I'm capable of feeling about anyone. So I'm doing pretty good.