Recently I took out my box of original art to pick a page for an exhibit that I was invited to be in. I was pretty scared of what I’d find because my originals are horrible. That’s the good thing about having low expectations about things, you usually discover something that in your mind is so terrifically awesome. Anyway, I found my originals from my first mini-comic that I did about 13 years ago. It felt both like yesterday and a thousand years since the first time I made it. When I released it, I wasn’t very happy with it, mainly because of how it reproduced. Back in the day (I can’t believe I said that) it was expensive to do any offset printing, you had to go to the copy shop to make your own comic (again, I can’t believe I’m saying this, I sound like I made my first comic in the stone age when it was just 13 years ago).. anyway, you had to go to the copy shop. You would paste up your art and make a master, and the only options I had for tweaking how your art looked was with the brightness button on the photocopy machine. I remember that day in the copy shop — it was frustrating, and maybe that showed in the final product. Anyway, I’m posting one of the stories that gave me photocopy hell which I can now present on the web in way better quality, I think, for you to read. (At least you can see the title panel better.) Here goes. Enjoy.