So this comic took a little extra doing. Actually, it took the normal amount of doing, just with the added benefit of a right hand index finger plagued by seven stitches and a formerly gaping slice.

I took a chunk of a finger off a few years ago at my first job making a mockup under pressure, and I once had to drive a student to the emergency room when she did the same thing only way worse. This injury way less heroic where putting your life on the line for your job is concerned. After years of cutting everything I could get my hands on with a super-sharp exacto-knife, I cut the living crap out of myself… washing a steak-knife in my sink.

Seven stitches and still rocking the comic. Booya.