Are you Ready?

HELLO.

I'm back from my studies abroad! It was the best. I learned a lot of Welsh. I drew a lot of pictures (a lot of which were creepy looking Harry Potters). I also lost said pictures and then found them again. An old man asked me out in a youth hostel. One time I slept in the back of a van, and then at an airport. I met a guy working at a castle gift shop named Sir Andy who offered to teach me how to sword fight. You bet I wanted to. I wandered around London for 24 hours on only 2 hours of sleep, resulting in this:

Over all, it was one of the best times ever.

Along with all of those weird Harry Potters, I also drew a lot of Hipsters.
I've been working on not only the 3rd Chapter, but another related project as well (which I think you'll really like). The wait will seriously be worth it. I promise. I love all of you. We should get married. BUT REALLY. Thanks for the patience, support, and funny comments (even the rude ones make me giggle).


In the next few days, you will be able to finally (omg finally) experience the next chapter of HTBH.

Did you just pee? I did. That's how excited I am.

The Misadventures of Melissa the Wolf Spider and Similar Tales of Terror.

Once upon a night, Marlee and I were sitting in the living room on our laptops. Out of the silence came a scream followed by Marlee leaping through the air and clutching my ankle. There, atop the blanket on the couch, was the biggest, ugliest spider in all the land. I tried to run and get my spider slayer spray (art fixative) but Marlee's grip was just too tight. Instead Marlee ran into the kitchen to fetch a jar. Her previously dormant courage burst forth and she put the jar over the spider and trapped it forever, its blanket throne left abandoned.

Upon poring over tomes of spider lore on the internet we discovered that our specimen was a wolf spider. After this discovery, Marlee dubbed it Melissa.

Melissa resides in an empty IKEA Lingonberry jam jar and will until the hand of Death takes him from this feeble mortality.

In other words, there was a huge-ass spider in the couch.