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I joined Darryl at the House of Twelve Comic Jam tonight, and it was a pretty awesome time. I brought a brand new box of Crayola 64 crayons (with built-in sharpener!) and we went a little nuts.

Hmmmmmm…

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Exactly one year ago today, I went to Industry City Distillery for the first time.

A year later, it’s become my second home. Everybody there is like family to me, and they’re some of my very best friends. I love you guys! <3

Here’s Day 2 of my Hurricane Sandy comic diary. That’s Monday, so the storm really starts hitting in the afternoon here. Note: at this point, my last actual interaction with a person I know (as opposed to people on the subway or on the street or in the grocery store and such) was at 6pm the previous day.

If you missed the first part of Cabin Fever, it’s here. Everything here happened. It’s slightly editorialized (I left in the interesting things, dialogue is paraphrased as best as I can remember) but nothing is fictional. The rules: no penciling, no corrections.

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My good friends know this, but I don’t do well alone. Like, really don’t do well alone. I start getting antsy after a couple hours without human contact. Ironically, I have lived alone since 2006. This somehow makes sense, really.

Monday night, in the worst howly-stormy bits of Hurricane-or-Tropical-Storm-or-Angry-Avenging-Weather-God Sandy, I decided it would be a good idea to document my hurricane experience. I didn’t lose power, but at the time, I didn’t know that my power and internet would stay on, nor did I know about the long-term effects that the storm would have on city transportation. I just thought it would be interesting and give me something to do. I started with the first rumblings of warnings that this was A Thing, last week, and went from there.

I gave myself rules: no penciling, and no correcting errors apart from crossing them out. The story is obviously edited, but I tried to be merciless and not edit out embarrassing/troubling bits.

Here’s Part One, from Friday through Sunday, when the MTA shutdown began.

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Peter is our business manager over at Industry City Distillery. This one has been sitting half-finished in my notebook for a while now:

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Zac’s birthday is tomorrow, so he’s getting a comic next. Which, ironically, is about how he doesn’t present very good material for comics.

I swear I didn’t think of turning this into a comic until well after the fact. Cross my heart.

It’s ALSO Dave’s birthday tomorrow. But he’s already been in lots of comics, so I’ll leave you with this:

Happy almost-birthday, guys!

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Max is another one of the guys at Industry City Distillery. He is also a salmon fisherman! He is pretty much awesome, as you can probably surmise from the following conversation:

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I got my Industry City Distillery business cards this week.

FINALLY! This has been a work in progress for a while because we went back and forth a lot on what the right titles to put on my card would be.

This is what I ended up with:

Yes, you read that right (if it is large enough to read). The last thing on my card says “comics.” Which, to be fair, I have drawn a couple of comics about the distillery. Still, it begged the question:

To be fair, Dave spends the most time around me separate from everyone else, so he’s getting victimized in comic form so far, but I’m running into the difficulty that when all the people you draw are little circles with eyes, and you work with five bearded gents, I need to make them look dissimilar enough that people can follow what is going on. I’m working on it! I have several pages in my sketchbook full of doodles right now.

Yup, I’m not going to have fun with this or anything.

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This really happened one night during Mardi Gras at Scott’s bar back when he was at the Green Goddess in NOLA. I meant to draw a comic about it then, but I sort of tapered off on my auto-bio comics and did more fictional ones at that point, so it never happened. Now I’ve been doing more real life stuff on account of the distillery, so I figured I’d get this one done too.

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Dave is the distiller at Industry City Distillery, where I’ve been helping out in Brooklyn. They (we!) make pretty much the most awesome vodka you will ever drink. We have a lot of conversations that go like this?

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