My good friend Kevin is normally a little chipper chipmunky kind of thing, all sugar and light. However, it turns out that this is just a façade - a façade that sometimes CRACKS AND SHATTERS without warning. This comic depicts such a time. What was at first a normal style of banter, an ordinary day, turns into a breakdown which probably led to weeks of counseling for all I know. I now treat Kevin like the fragile egg of insecurity and worry that he is.
If you’d like to see this in real size, please click. But click gently.
You can click last week’s comic more vigorously – I can take it.
But next week’s comic… I’m not sure I could take it there. I seem so much differently depressed when I am not openly weeping.
In the first comic, I’m just dead inside.
Amanda lives in Cincinnati, Ohio, and is a complete hermit in many respects, so if you find her out-of-doors, consider yourself lucky, Bucko!
Contact her: firstname.lastname@example.org
or maybe AIM: octocakes