Good Hair. Not just a crummy movie starring Chris Rock that no one will ever remember, but also how I describe my own hair. My curly fro has been so much of who I am throughout my life that it truly is a character unto itself. I have had many ridicule me for my hair, and I have had many praise me for it. In the end, it is not something I have much control over. It does what it does, and I'm cool with that.
Plus, if anyone ridicules me now... lunch... hee hee hee.
This strip below is the final strip I drew before getting injured. The pencils have sat in my sketch book for nearly four months, and I could not bring myself to complete the piece. Completing it seemed like it could be the last one I ever did.
But this will not be my last comic.
Today, I inked it myself and did all the coloring as well. It took much longer than I am used to, but I did it nonetheless. I am confident that I will go forward, and like I've said in previous posts, I have not stopped coming up with ideas each week. The weeks I've missed will have strips soon enough.
Until then, please, enjoy this one. It is silly, and it makes little sense, but that's exactly what gives me a little smile. Hopefully it gives you one as well.
T.C. 2/18/10
