It started with a Tweet I got earlier today.
That and the Donald Sterling story reminded me of something I printed in a mini in 1992 that I don’t have anymore. A doodle a co-worker did for a dubiously legal telemarketing place I worked at for a few months after college. It could be best described as Glengarry Glenross in a frat house. I knew my friend Marc Arsenault still had copies of everyone’s early work from then so I asked him if he still had this comic, and here it is.
I make a reference to this place in a fictionalized story about life in the 90s I did in the upcoming Magic Whistle #14.
It all comes back full circle, whatever that means.
