I don’t think we relate. My friends and I. I think about this sort of thing a lot, but I’ve never really been able to put anything tangible together. Lucky then for me we’ve produced yet another strip that requires an explanation. Maybe writing will help.

For those that don’t know me, I say a lot of horrible shit, a lot. Far more often than I should. Which is, I think, any sum greater than zero. A friend describes me as being honest at all the wrong times. I’ve never really said anything quite so terrible as “cunt”, but, I have, actually, said much worse. Honesty is the sharpest sword, I guess.

The other day I was expressing an altogether impolite idea with Pete. He turned his head, and laughed quietly to himself. Just Matt being Matt, he must have thought. At the time I didn’t think anything of it. Now I’m thinking, who the fuck are these people? Are we really so different?

I mean, It’s not just Pete. It’s the people I’ve surrounded myself with. A collection of unfortunate individuals. People unlike me in every way but their faults. Maybe in me they see a kindred spirit. Maybe that makes the abuse worth it. I used to think the same thing.

I used to be oblivious to their embracing the dying of their dreams. I used to not notice that they wanted to just get on with it. I used to think we could relate.