It's bad, but...it gets better!

So! The summer directly following my...release, capitulation, graduation, or, more appropriately, acceptance into the great and wonderful world of waning wallet sizes, was...well...it wasn't what I had reckoned(I know, but it sounds like a 'w' when you say it!). It was worse.

Woefully unprepared for the upending that I received, along with everyone else who lived in Willoughby, and the unceremonious walk down the block to my temporary abode, I began my summer.

In the beginning Grant created for himself a place to stay and a place to do work (Both of which were in the same room). And, after 107 days and 107 sleepless nights, I was finally able to start paying my bills again! However, at this point I had incurred the wrath of the worst, most gruesomely evil, many headed serpent that has ever been seen on this earth! Every financial institution that this lovely land has allowed me to lavish with my personal information, in exchange for a "lending" hand, had suddenly turned on me! Where once they were so kind, they now acted stealthily, like a ninja, adding fees, increasing debt, calling me to put me on hold and other ninja like activities done behind my back to increase the efficiency of the killing stroke. All of which was done as if they had some sixth sense informing them of my newly acquired position and impending climb out of the hole I'd dug. Almost like they didn't want me to get out from the vast well that constitutes their collective coffers.

On top of that, my landlord, who, like the banks, once seemed like such a nice man, progressively became worse and worse as the days of my summer were whittled away. And now, at the end of summer days, the four of us who gathered under this roof have had it. The keys have slowly begun to hammer the notes of the apartment hunting song once again, in anticipation of our joyous departure from the harrowing experience that was this home.

It wasn't all bad though. I started working on a new comic, posted lots of new stuff to my portfolio, got a job that pays the bills and did some work for ELLE.com (which ought to give me a nice little birthday present in a couple months). Plus! I get to do all of this from the comfort of my own home!

Given a chance to do it again, I would have done a lot more prep about 3 months prior to leaving Pratt so that I wouldn't have had so many snakes snapping at my savings, but I guess that's advice for someone else to follow. Hope it helps!

Till next time!

Ciao!