ESCAPE FROM BUPROPION III

wrote this comic one panel at a time on index cards post-covid lockdown, back working in the box office I wrote EFB 1 in. I find out Satan has transported me to late-seventies downtown NYC so I decide to spend my last night on earth getting drunk at CBGBs. I see this guy performing who used to manage that same box office back before I started and I used to hear a lot of stories about. I try to save his band from the failure and obscurity they experienced in real life.

https://comeonnyc.bandcamp.com/album/come-on < -- this is a compilation of music by the band in question, I own the record and it is miles better than the talking heads (the band I most often read or hear them compared to).

28 pgs. b/w riso printed in my bedroom.

vvvv*"Too much thinkin and not enough drinkin," is, as far as I know, an original E.A. Bethea line