Dave Davenport (dogspunk)

Peanut Butter Cocktail pg.2

Added 2024-12-04 22:54:23 +0000 UTC

Hey look at 24 year old me. Not quite a twink. Some kinda bohemian skate punk, I always felt like I looked like a young lesbian. I can’t believe I wore a dumb vest, but at least it was a shiny deep blue. Occasionally without an undershirt, lol. I loved those cut-off pin stripe shorts though. I wore those until they fell apart. I got a lot of good crap out of the lost and found at the cafe Flore where I worked. In the 3rd panel I have a Greek fisherman’s cap I pulled out of there. I had never seen one before and fell in love with it.

Halfway through panels 2 and 3 I thought of a couple of different layouts that would work better, but I have a tight schedule with this and a change that drastic will have to wait.

World AIDS Day came and went while drawing this page, too. That felt a little surreal. I was thinking about a boss I had at Hamburger Mary’s, Dale. I can’t remember his last name. He was a dick, as bosses are. A lot of people had already passed who were workers there, before I started, and they were talked about fondly by those who knew them. Dale, maybe a year after I came on staff (I was there 4 years, my longest non-career job), became sick and died a few months later. His partner brought him to visit us all occasionally, until he was too sick to get out of bed. He was the first person I knew and watched decline, before it happened to people closer to me, people I loved.

Hamburger Mary’s was a shitty job, but it was a trip. I wanted to work there and was happy I got to. Dale hired me because he liked the earring I wore to the interview, it was a hanged man.

Edit: 1/19/25 grammar, color