Once again it's time to leave the charmingly grim and gritty Colfax Avenue (fun for kids of all ages. Just make sure you got your shots) and the Mile High City for the cheesesteak-clogged arteries of Broad Street (and place I once lived for far too long), Philadelphia. With it's water ice, Mummers, and 'Bullies' (1970's Flyers' joke!) for Part 2 (of 6) of 'On The Road - Philadelphia'.
Again (like most of the comics in this series), please note that this comic is TWO pages. Seriously, when I've done two page stories in the past (like 30MoC #31), people have approached me in bars commenting that they really didn't get the story... cause they never scrolled down further to read the next page. So, as a PSA, please scroll down and read the second page.
... and yes, we are still at the funeral. Trust me. It was a weird day. Also ... yes, these were all things actually said to me. And lastly.... yes, my name was almost 'Hans' (and my uncle still calls me that, refusing to use my given name.) Can't decide if I dodged a bullet or not with that name.
So, let's get started with THE FUNERAL OF CGK, Part 2.
Like last week, (no sarcasm) the musical accompaniment will be one of my father's favorite songs. So, three... two... musical accompaniment... and GO!
... and it's Friday once again. Time for a new 30 MILES OF CRAZY! (#56)! Also time for another trip away from Colfax, out of the Mile High City, and On The Road to the 'City of Brotherly Love' (and place I used to live) - Philadelphia - for a new six part series.
This week: THE FUNERAL OF CGK, PART 1... or.... (I really don't have a second title. I mean, it's a funeral. Have some respect.)
Okay... first thing that needs to be said, please note that this new comic is two pages. Twice the 30 MILES!
Second thing... Yes, this new comic series is about the funeral of my father, someone I never had the most brilliant of relationships. Sure, during all these events was a time that was 'Very Serious In Nature' (trademarked!) and is a story that I've been wanting and waiting to tell until 'The Right Time' (also trademarked!) Next week is the two year anniversary of his passing and funeral, so I guess that time has finally come.
Also, let me say there is nothing 'Tru-ish' about this story. It's ALL true. Yes, all of this actually happened. As you'll find, my family has never been the most serious of people (well... most of them.)
So, here it is. THE FUNERAL OF CGK, Part 1.
... and with the Musical Accompaniment, I thought it would be a good idea to use some of the music that my father loved that I grew up with. So... three... two... on... Musical Accompaniment... and GO!
As many people know, the idea of 30 MILES OF CRAZY! are the characters and stories that you meet on the streets and main thoroughfares of the city where all the interesting (and most likely sticky) things lurk. So, Denver has it's Colfax Avenue, Boston has it's Massachusetts Ave (Mass Ave!), San Francisco hasMarket Street (oh yes, I do have some San Francisco stores for a later 'On The Road' series)...
As in the past, I've done a background image for the upcoming 30 MILES - 'On The Road: Philadelphia' six part series (which starts tomorrow).... where funny enough, none of the stores take place on Broad Street (Part 4 is a block or so off Broad on Pine Street, but none actually on the street), so it's not an exact analogy, but hey... IT'S ART!
Once again, the comic is leaving the Mile High city for a new 6 part story that starts this Friday detailing a trip some time ago back to the 'City of Brotherly Love.' It's 30 MILES OF CRAZY!: On The Road: Philadelphia ... and, yes, it also involves a funeral.
Originally from Philadelphia and Boston (where he picked up the annoying habit of using "wicked" as an adjective), Karl Christian is the writer/artist of such comics as 'Angst Boy Comics', 'Sturm und Drang', 'Schadenfreude', as well as 'Byron' for SLG Publishing and other comical tragedies and drunken accounts for Modern Drunkard Magazine. Karl now lives in Denver, CO with a large collection of tiki mugs and a pair of cats that stalk him for food. He also hates writing about himself in the third person. It's creepy.