This chapter really spoke to me on the reality of the first few months after leaving an abusive environment.
2021-12-08 02:03:17 +0000 UTC
Awesome chapter as always Joe
2021-11-19 12:02:18 +0000 UTC
I just called the phone number listed on that laundry slip. I don’t know why. I don’t know what I was expecting. What I got was an ordinary telco interrupt and announcement, albeit in an oddly precise tone.
Kim Slawson
2021-11-18 12:30:27 +0000 UTC
Also a bit below that, there's a space between I and the apostrophe in I'd a fee paragraphs down
Connor
2021-11-18 05:55:25 +0000 UTC
Typo:
"I would have literally paid them money to leave my (should be me) alone."
Connor
2021-11-18 05:53:16 +0000 UTC
Jeez, man, what a great chapter. Well done.
2021-11-17 20:00:47 +0000 UTC
"Bedroom" is typoed in the first paragraph about the staph infection.
Also, not sure if it's important, but the phone number on the Elon Laundry Slip isn't blurred. I'm guessing its public information (and probably dead now), but I wanted to make sure.
2021-11-17 16:11:36 +0000 UTC
Ok, so many things to love about this chapter. The little dude licking Ron's boots was incredible. The fondness you have of that conversation with your neighbor. The use of weed as medicine to uplift yourself, the recognition of PTSD. Buddy, I know we don't even know your name, but goddamn am I so *fucking* glad you wrote this comic. It gives me hope for myself, it gives me hope for you, and it's so incredibly helpful to see Elan from the inside. Thank you for this.
2021-11-17 15:18:05 +0000 UTC
I don’t know why, but just the sheer amount of tactical consideration in “quick left-jab to stun him and then a big follow-up right” is just quietly disconcerting. It really just drives home the whole fighting ring, what you had to learn to survive there and how much it affected you after.