Friday, September 12, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 65: Reggie Wanker

It's Friday once again! Time for another 'Tru-ish' tale of Colfax and the Mile High City. Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#65)

This week: 'Reggie Wanker!' ... or "HE WAS TALKING TO HIS WHAT?'

So... Three... Two... One... Musical Accompaniment! .... and GO!

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Friday, September 5, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 64: Why So Angry

Friday! Time for another 'Tru-ish' tale of Colfax and the Mile High City. Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#64)

This week: 'Why so Angry?' ... or "SOMEONE GAVE ALL THESE HIPPIES BOOZE!'

So... Three... Two... One... Musical Accompaniment! .... and GO!

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Friday, August 29, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 63: Route 15

Boom! It's Friday once again! Time for another 'Tru-ish' tale of Colfax and the Mile High City. Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#63)

This week: 'Route 15' ... or "NO, SERIOUSLY. I DID A COMIC ABOUT COLFAX's ROUTE 15' ... and yes, I've witnessed all of these events depicted in the comic for myself. Did you see they just got new buses?

So... Three... Two... One... Musical Accompaniment! .... and GO!

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Friday, August 22, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 62: Blackout

Friday again! Time for another 'Tru-ish' tale of Colfax and the Mile High City. Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#62)

Yes, back in Denver for this week's strip: Blackout!... or "HOW DARE YOU! BUNCH OF SAVAGES!"

You can order copies of Modern Drunkard Magazine HERE (which includes some artwork by your's truly.)

No time to lose! Three... Two... One... Musical Accompaniment!.... and GO!

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Friday, August 15, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 61: A Walk Through Philadelphia


Friday! Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#61) with Part 6 (of 6) of 'On the Road - Philadelphia!'

... and like most times when I end an 'On The Road' series, there is a 'A Walk Through' comic. This time is no different.

So... three... two... one... Musical Accompaniment... and GO!

Next week... 30 MILES is back in Denver, CO.

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Wednesday, August 6, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 59.5: Boston Comic Con

Boston Comic Con this weekend! 30 MILES OF CRAZY!  will be in the Artist Alley at Table D229!

Here we are... a quick break from the 'On The Road - Philadelphia' storyline to say that K & I are Boston Bound for Comic Con this weekend. Back to the Hub ( or 'My Favorite Place In The World' - trademarked!) for drinks, old friends, and nerd-ing out Con style!  This will be our third trip back to my old home in the last year. Wonder if I can find some sort of time share-thingy?

Also, check out the brand new Boston Postcard set for the Convention. Plus, new Doctor Who pin sets (yes, will have Classic Doctors as well)! All available at the show and online.

So... three, two, one... Musical Accompaniment... and GO!!!

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Friday, August 1, 2014

30 MILES OF CRAZY! 59: The Funeral of CGK, Part 4

Friday! Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#59) with Part 4 (of 6) of 'On the Road - Philadelphia!'
“Harsh and beautiful. Tell Karl thank you. After 5 hospice referrals this week, I need this series to keep my humanity” - Theresa A. (Geriatirician & Palliative Care Doctor)
Once again... please note that this week's comic is THREE pages! I'm getting to the end of this story, pulling out all the stops, and tying everything up. So...

Many years ago...

“I think you should look normal. I mean, get a haircut, get rid of all the black, and go utterly straight,” my father turned and said to me over the blare of my headphones as we drove down Ashton Street.

“What the hell do you mean?”, I replied. I was 16 years old, had my hair in the standard devil-lock down passed my chin, had my required black Misfits shirt, and my battered skateboard over my knees. My father was driving us home, as I was never that great at skating.

“Go straight. Full on. Short hair, collared shirt, tie...  No one will expect it.” he said with the fake smile of someone trying to con you. “Being utterly normal looking is way more punk rock than looking like all the rest of your friends.”

Like most things my father said at the time, I knew that he was full of shit.

“I get enough of 'looking normal' at Catholic School”, I replied, hating that I still had another year or so to go before graduation.

“I tell you, you’d look sharp!”, my father said continuing to press the point. “Get a really nicely cut suit. I used to get mine at Krass Brothers down on South Street.” Like Pavlov’s dog and most of the times during my youth, I simply rolled my eyes once again. My father would never understand. I turned up the volume a bit more on my Walkman and stared at the bland uniform row homes drift by.

It took another 16 years for me to wise up, clean up, and start wearing suits regularly. To start dressing nice and looking sharp. Only then, on visits back to the family, did he wonder aloud why I had to dress up all the time.

OTHER THINGS

If you click over there you may have noticed the new fancy website (Many thanks to Andy D and All Trades Design). You can now order copies of the new 30 MILES Collection online: http://karlchristiankrumpholz.com/shop/

Also, Thanks to Daniel E and Comics Bulletin for a great review of the collection!

"Though 30 Miles of Crazy has, as its subtitle, “True-ish tales of derelicts, bars, and denizens of other low places,” the book is a love story, really. It documents Krumpholz's love of his town, his friends, his lover, and, above all else, other people. Certainly there are moments in this book that focus on the raw, fucked up, and desperate aspects of humanity, but Krumpholz's portrayal of everyone and everything, while not exactly reverential, is suffused with understanding and affection.

It's also pretty fucking funny in parts."


... and now.... on to THE FUNERAL OF CGK, Part 4... The funeral is finally over. K and I flee into the city and to a small hole in the wall off Broad Street that I spent way too many nights at 15+ years ago when I still lived in Downtown Philadelphia. Yes... though there is no sign (but murals all around), the locals know it as the great Dirty Franks.

Like all the previous posts in this series, the musical accompaniment will be one of his favorite songs. My father was the one that pointed me in the direction of this artist and started on this particular road. So with that... three... two... one... Musical Accompaniment... and GO!

Next week... the Epilogue. 

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