I’m on Elenas’ laptop here at the Alternative Press Expo, the indie comic book convention that is more introspective than most. I had a whole thing typed up just a couple of minutes ago that was suspiciously deleted for no reason by a single keystroke for no reason. And that’s upsetting. What I had written on this shitty sandwich of tricky keyboard and fuck you filling was a shimmering example of on the scene reporting. I honestly wept a few slow tears because it was so good. But now it’s gone and I’m stuck in this convention hall with nothing selling, where Tecate Beer is 6 dollars.And it’s raining. It’s raining big Fuck-you drops of rain.
So I guess I’ll have to recreate the Sistine chapel from scratch again later but for now here is a photo of ME at APE.