I spent many hours fueled on caffeine and nicotine writing poetry, short stories and yes, even nascent journalistic-style pieces. And I drew. Because those two things seemingly have always gone together.

Going through my closets of boxes a few months ago, I came across this two-page comic strip that I vaguely recall drawing while at Copioh. It definitely is meant to take place in Copioh, because the “Mike” referred to in the fifth panel on page one is Mike Gazel, the then-owner of the European-style coffeehouse.

Anyway, I mentioned this discovery somewhere when I found it (Facebook, maybe?), and there was some interest by certain parties to see it. So here it is, exactly as drawn originally. The only thing I did was replace the hand lettering with computer lettering because, um, it was nearly illegible. Enjoy. Or don’t. Whatever.

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