A comic about life, love, death, and culture, in about three colors.
What do you mean expired? Idon't get it? What's going on?I mean, really? Come on, baby,look at me. It breaks my heartwhen you're distant like this. Oh God. Don't think it's you. Itisn't you. It's me. All me. We'vehad what, five, six years? Greatyears. Wonderful years. But it'sall been a lie, and I can't keep onthis way. I expired. I expired inNovember 2006. So what, just like that it's over?This doesn't change anything.At the rate we're going, we'vegot another decade at least! Do... do you really think so? I'mwilling to stay if you'll have me.I feel as if I'm dreaming, youknow? Like, this is too good topossibly be true. I'm so happy.

Clean Break


Nothing lasts forever. Not diamonds, not love, not mountains, not kingdoms. Forever is a long time, after all. Four or five billion years down the road even the sun will give out.

But soap?! Really?! What the fuck?!

I bought some token dish soap before leaving for California a half decade ago. It stayed with me in Berkeley, where I had no kitchen, and followed me to Las Vegas, where I do have a kitchen. It’s more than just soap. It’s a rock. It’s the lone symbol of stability amidst the chaos of my life.

The other day I saw it out of the corner of my eye and smiled, remembering the times we’ve shared. I picked it up and, for the first time, noticed embossed text on the back side. Upon closer examination, I discovered it expired a little over a year and a half ago.

But what kind of man would I be if I let something as arbitrary as an expiration date determine the course of my life?

Pull This Thread:

  1. Clean Break
  2. Sacrifice
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