Poor little Marty, his first kiss and he ends up curled in the fetal position dreaming of conspiracies. Ain’t it always the way huh?  I mean, we’ve all been there right? Can I get an Amen for your gut hurting so bad that you just lay on the ground in public moaning… no, that’s just me? Okay. This actually also is a snippet from my life. This one time, I was lactose intolerant for 12 years and I ate a bunch of free meat balls. Unbeknown to me, they had been boiled in milk, which is probably why they tasted so good and why I ate so many. Well, a few minutes later I was walking to the library and my stomach hurt so bad that I folded in half and laid down on the sidewalk. That felt a little better. The problem with public sidewalks is that they usually don’t have toilets… which all of the sudden I needed very badly. So I got up and ran, hunched over all Quasimodo-style, into the nearest building and found a bathroom. Luckily, I got there in time. It was unpleasant.

Ok, so this was one of the most fun pages that I’ve done so far… and not because I got to use onomatopoeia for that sound your stomach makes when it shoves everything closer to the end goal.

Mainly it was because the coloring is a lot different than the rest of the pages. I’m going for a different visual for Marty’s dreams… so that you know he’s having a dream and so that I don’t have to color every page of this stupid book the same way. I was also trying to play with the traditional boxy looking panel borders here. If you kind of think of smoke or insect wings, then I’ve done my job.

Let me know what you think in the comments below… or take a moment to share a gastrointestinal event in your own life.