I hope the guys at Rocketship don’t mind me stealing their bandwith with this image:

For everybody who came out, thank you… for everybody who didn’t, suck it. Nah just kidding, folks. …
It was the jump off. A good time was had by all, I think, as no one would ever bear the heat inside Rocketship otherwise. It really felt like a rocketship was about to fucking launch inside that store, it was hot hell born heat up in there… the air was all distorted, wavy and shit… but it was tight, and I am super thankful to the best graphic novel/comic boutique in the city for hosting my signing and putting my doodles up there on the wall. The guys at rocketship are real cool people. I hope my book sells a billion copies so that I can afford to get them central air for christmas; they can put a brass plaque with my name on it. Foreal… it was rock and roll in there.

Becks! you didn’t sign the mini comic! I want you and your Grampa to sign my shit!!! and how come you comic kids didn’t come over to the “china shop” and “zombie hut” for the afterparty! We danced until 4 in the morning!