So I told you the story, in the caption to this strip's primary release, of the strange boy from the woods, who tried to pull a really b-grade Deliverance on me one day. The rest of the story of this strip is that I suddenly wrote it Saturday night at the Nation of Language show, maybe a week after remembering that incident. Lauren had surprised me with tickets, and I love Nation of Language, so it was a great night. But when duty called — in this case, a strip started writing itself out of thin air while I was trying to enjoy some pretty excellent synth-wave stuff — I had to trot my phone out, invert the screen to black, and hunch over in my balcony seat so that my "screen time" was not a downer to the other exuberant attendees of the show. I don't know why I care so much about this kind of thing, but it does feel rude to write on your phone during a show. I justified it by telling myself inspiration for the strip comes before all else.
It was soon enough apparent to me that this kind of story makes sense for a pre-alpha like Ray, who, in his budding adolescence, would have certainly felt the instinct to dominate what he saw as his species' alpha/omega-male. Did you notice this aspect of the strip?
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