This was a tough one and I think it shows. This is the first D&A comic I made without using reference photos. For every other comic I’ve made up to this point, I’ve rigged my phone up on a tripod, staged myself in my apartment, and posed for the panel.

So ends the unplanned trilogy of the Cockroach Diaries. I actually saw (and killed) a cockroach just two days ago, but by and large sightings have dropped with the arrival of cooler weather. And I’m thankful for it.

It’s hopeless. The extent of my history with social media is encompassed by the Facebook account I made in middle school. Actually, correction: my cousin made my Facebook account because I didn’t know what I was doing.

I was always more into the candy than the celebrating. In my most mischievous years*, a couple friends and I would raid the unattended bowls of candy laid out by the home owners with an equivocal commitment to the night’s festivities.

I think that one of the reasons I have not gone absolutely insane from seven months of isolation is that I love my apartment. I live in a quaint neighborhood in Old East Dallas.