I miss the comics from when you worked in the hotel, those were always good fun, along with the crazy religious lady.
I get a lot of messages saying this but let’s run by some facts:
1. That job was seriously terrible. I was paid minimum wage and had to deal with big issues that most people should never have to deal with: crack and meth addicts, people pointing guns at my face, constant cops, dead turkeys in bags, people bleeding profusely , general rude customers, people with baseball bats, thieves, an incompetent manager that made me do pretty much all the work and got recognition and bonuses by taking credit, I saw not one but two people die in front of my very eyes, and yes Barbara. I keep telling people that i could be a writer of a tv show after all I went through.
2. That was almost 8 years ago when I had that job. I was very miserable with my life in general. That’s why I made a lot of those comics. They were a way to vent my frustrations and laugh at things without breaking down into deep depression. Things are way better for me now. I’m finally happy with what I’ve got going right now.
I know lots of people miss my hotel comics, and while I do have a lot of untold stories, I feel that it’s in the past right now. I get a lot of beef from people thinking I’ve sold out due to the work I do now, but they don’t understand that even though the comics are funny to read, they bring back really dark memories that I can’t really mentally handle right now. I’ll get back to the hotel stories someday but right now I’m much happier drawing other things.