This happened to Mike and me a few months back… well except for the aids part. The guy from The Thermals who died was like a guitarist that was on one album… and I guess it was this guy’s favorite guitarist ever or something. It was really weird. It’s as if we had killed his mother at the checkout counter. Not only did we end up with an awkward conversation, we also got The Thermals record. All in all, I thought it was a bad day.

Also, we’ll be at the Small Press Expo in Bethesda, MD this weekend! Mike and I have been working all summer putting together a 20 page PRINT ONLY story for Doors at 8. You can see a writeup of the book here!