Jackson Hole turned out to be kindof a mistake so I hit up colorado again and got a ride to Rhode Island, but I stopped to see a friend of a friend in Pittsburgh who introduced me to all their other friends and friends of friends. I fell for Pittsburg pretty fast and found this anarchist barista to room with. I've made a ton of pals, gotten tons of advice and inspiration from the many amazingly cool artists, drank a ton of coffee, and found new levels of excitement about comics.
I dunno how long I'll kickit here for, but things are good. I'm happy. I still only have the clothes I had in my backpack when I arrived here
I'll go shopping later, I've got comics to draw rn. (never buys new clothes ever) (dies of the elements)