Hello friends, it’s your old pal Deaddie here.

These old bones aren’t much for drinking. Never have been, and I have no idea how to navigate bars, but when you’re socialising in your 20s across Manhattan and Brooklyn, one finds themself knee deep in a watering hole. Two close friends who were more manly than me drank Guinness or whisky. At some point in life, later than my peers, I developed an appreciation for beer and took their lead. I feel much more comfortable socialising around food than drink, and a Guinness was close. Nobody broke my balls for drinking it. Double nice.

Here’s a page of thumbnails and one inked page for the next issue, Rewriting History.

Until next time, be good to yourself.

Deaddie