Not really the best foot to get started on, but I don't think it is necessarily the wrong one. You can kind of tell that this is an awkward phase of sorts for both Brighton and Kent, what with their respective hairstyles and modes of dress, so some stumbling a the outset is to be expected. You, as a reader, are in a unique position, of course: you are like an audience of ancient Greeks watching the story of Oedipus being performed, knowing full well how it will end but not knowing precisely what path this particular troupe will take to get there. Of course in Fancy That there tends to be more humor and less incest and putting out of eyes, and the eventuality you can be certain of here is that Kent and Brighton will be forever companions after this fateful meeting. You know, rather than the fact that a dude killed his father and married his mother and gave Freud the biggest boner of his doctoral career.

You may have noticed that I tried something a little different with the thought bubble in the first panel. The "cloudy bubble with the trail of circles" seems somehow old hat to me, and I decided a while back that I rather preferred the way that Japanese mangaka render thought bubbles--detached from their owners and blurred along their borders, perhaps to suggest an echoing narrative voice. So I decided to try it out. I'll have to take a long hard look at it sometime later to definitively see if I like it or not. For now, it shall stand.

My life has been a strange, mercurial thing over the past year, unstable and changing. Which is why it feels good to see it settling into a mold of sorts, setting up like...let's go ahead and say Jell-O, as it is resilient and sturdy but not completely immutable. Just like my life is at this particular moment. I pay rent, I pay medical bills, I feed myself and my cat, I work a full-time job, I hang out with friends, I am able to afford my own luxury and entertainment items. It's been quite a change since last January.

So riddle me this, Batman: When the hell did I turn out to be a responsible adult? Because that shit makes no sense whatsoever. I think somebody might have cocked up.