September 7, 2014
Apunkalyptic
There was a person on the train who dressed like me this day, which is to say somewhat punk. We sat next to each other and talked about hair and tights and dangerous neck accessories. We exchanged numbers, and they texted me asking if I wanted to go clubbing. Multiple times. I hate clubbing. We stopped texting.
Here are the comics I picked up from the store that day:
That’s the first issue of Wayward by Jim Zub and Steve Cummings. It’s about an Irish-Japanese girl who has just moved to Tokyo and finds herself making friends and enemies with monsters. The back matter for the single issues describes different types of youkai. It’s pretty cool, and the art is lovely, but the story hasn’t really grabbed me. I’m undecided on whether to continue.