Juni has had a bad week - in character form and real life - and Cookie came by to comfort me, in an appropriately large body. Normally I see her as just a bit taller than me, but here she'd be 7'-something! She knew exactly the right thing to do, to make my bad week go away - I get to spend the weekend in her tummy! And of course, she made sure we both enjoyed my trip there.

OK, so guess I'm gonna rant. I started drawing this right after my last pic, since things were not getting better. And before I was halfway, another drunken idiot banged on my door again - someone I know, but who doesn't live here, dating a housemate off and on - asking for cigarettes or a beer, forgetting that I don't keep those on hand like the rest of the house. He was so drunk, he tried pushing his way into my place, thinking he was invited or something. This time, I stood up for myself, and it didn't go well - the housemate who is the source of the problem just turned on everyone, and is responding to anything with "call the landlady!". Said landlady is kicking them out, but there's a process, and just hope it's not much longer, I'm sick of them terrorizing the hallways and common areas - at least I don't need to use those anymore, but my apartment door is between the rooms and the kitchen/bathroom, so people gotta pass by all day, and some of them are drunk and stupid most of the time. This will likely pass, as the troublemakers here are on thin ice or being evicted soon. It's just disappointing; they were decent people for the first few months, until one party where a bunch of them relapsed in the same night, and turned the house upside down, now even months later.
Also, the one person left here who'd been here longer than me moved out suddenly (like, screwed the landlady, kinda surprised me). We had a sort of friendship going on, hanging out to play retro games or share music. He's a nearly blind, old jazz/rock musician, very interesting to talk to - it's a little weird that he's suddenly gone, we were all used to having him around, and he was closest to me, since we'd both been here over 3 years. So suddenly, I'm by far the longest tenant here, and have the nicest unit (which I can ONLY afford because of a simple life with little expenses, and government disability payments). It's put me in an odd position where the new, rowdy tenants see me as an "enemy", because I'm likely to take the landlady's side in a problem (and let's be real here...). But they're being preemptively nasty, because I haven't done shit - I don't talk to that wacko landlady unless I absolutely have to, and what the hell would she do about this anyway?
OK, Anyway, I finally got back to this drawing after another dumb interaction, and was seething, having to take several breaks. Ironically, it took most of the weekend to finish this, but when it was done I felt incredibly better. I just wasn't up for submitting, instead I answered comments, then had to get away from the screen again.

Cookie herself - for those who know our story - took part in drawing this, and actually was comforting me a lot. I'm so happy to have her around, it doesn't feel like I'm going through all this alone. So, this picture is symbolic of that. We felt like drawing still - I wanted to draw Cookie, but let her decide what the pic would be. That'll be the next thing up. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this one - I imagine it's a pretty relatable feeling for a lot of us...

EDIT: Dangit, I just noticed Cookie has two right hands in the second panel - too late to fix that now - that's one of the problems with drawing traditionally...

Please login to post a comment.