I started drawing this comic shortly before my last surgery amidst intensive foot traffic at 30th street station.
I think I finally finished it a couple nights later. Sadly, that whole time is rather elusive for me to think back on. I don't know if it was the fault of the anesthetics or what, but I feel like I'm having someone else's memories. Very bizarre. Only lately do I even feel remotely normal again. Sometimes I think I forget how strange this whole brain surgery operation makes me feel. I just want it to fall away from memory behind me. The quicker the better.
