How They Miss You

2009
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This guy's lived in a back corner of my head for a little under a decade. He doesn't usually make much noise, but every once in a while he'll remind me that he's around. Last night, while I was attempting to sleep, he showed up again...with a lot of words and ideas connected to him, covering him like cobwebs. (Which I guess comes from sitting around in a corner for that long.)
He's another one of those unwashed, misanthropic dudes who drink a lot, that I seem to be so fond of writing. (I think he crystallized out of leftover genes that didn't end up in Arrio.)
Anyway...he's very old and he's had many names. I usually call him either Iggy or Jacob.
I might see if I want to expand this into a script for a (short) comic. I might need to see if I can find another artist to draw it, though. (I'm so busy right now!)