No, I'm not talking about doing comedy -- anybody who knows me probably knows that I'd pass out cold on the stage were I ever to attempt that -- but rather about, um, me in comic-strip form. This is waaaaay old, at this point, mostly because I could never find the thing anywhere online, so I pretty much dropped it & forgot about it. (More on that in a minute.)
At any rate, back in the spring of 2007 one of the PR folks I'd talked to at Vice Records (he'd sent us CDs to review & was a nice guy all-round) emailed me out of the blue (along with others, I'm assuming) to ask if I had any entertaining/embarrassing drunk stories I was willing to share in the pages of Vice Magazine. I responded that no, I didn't have any about me, but I had a few I thought were pretty damn funny that I'd witnessed. Not embarrassing to me, really, but potentially embarrassing to others.
He said, "hey, send 'em on," so I did, fully not expecting to ever hear a word about it again. A month or so later, though, I get another email with a "writer's agreement" attached -- turned out they wanted to use one of my funny-drunk-friends stories for this series sponsored by Colt 45 malt liquor called "Tales of Colt 45". No money, but eh.
Another week or three goes by, and I get another email, this time with a graphic attached. Yes, ladies & gents, my own little tale spun out in four-color comic-strip form, courtesy of real-live cartoonist/illustrator Rick Altergott. And boy, was/is it fucking bizarre. I chuckled, showed the wife, & figured I'd never, ever see the thing in print. I never heard anything else from the Vice Recs guy, so I shrugged & moved on with life...
Fast-forward a year and a half, and lo and behold, I stumble across a mention of "Tales of Colt 45" on some random blog. Turns out it did go up on the Vice site, for all the world to see. Check it out right here, if you dare -- it's the first story in the "book." (To get to it, mouse over the top-right corner & click to turn the "page.") And yes, that's me, apparently, looking even more like Shaggy than I did in college.
I can't claim everybody'll find the story as entertaining as I do, but it cracks me up to read the story and remember the actual incident. Not that I'm faulting Vice or the artist, mind you -- the story had to be kept short, so I didn't go into that much detail -- but a couple of points that make things funnier (at least to me):
Ah, the memories. Enjoy...
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