A comic about life, love, death, and sound, in about three colors.
Patti. Josh. After years of near-daily chance encounters, two neighbors meet.

The Strangers

2008-09-21

I don’t bake cakes, and if I did, I wouldn’t need to borrow sugar; I’d buy some. For the year and a half or so I’ve lived in this unit, I had only ever properly met one neighbor, and that relationship consisted solely of empty greetings and comments on the weather.

But then, none of my neighbors ever asked me for sugar either, though on one occasion a kid did try to get me to pick up a magazine subscription or three.

Dagon, in the month or so he’s been living here, has managed to meet nearly everyone, and therefore by proxy so have I.

There’s a cute girl in the last house on the left that looks like Julie Delpy. For about a year and a half, we’ve passed each other with a smile, and for about a year and a half, I’ve thought to myself, Huh, she looks like Julie Delpy.

Dagon took me on one of his signature twisting, winding, looping walks and we passed by her twice. The second time was cause enough for her to prompt an introduction.

For the sake of accuracy, I’ll have to ask her when next we meet if she spells her name with an “i” or a “y”.

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