i saw a psychic

I saw a psychic recently. It wasn’t a plan of mine, but I saw a little shack on the boardwalk that said “Tarot” and decided to walk in. I’m bummed out for no reason a lot, and this felt more entertaining than drinking alone in the hotel bar. I only wanted the cheap tarot reading, but she “sensed” that I was an old soul that needed something more significant. $175 later and I was told that I have evil rotting somewhere inside of me that can only be fixed with $500 at her main brick and mortar spot. Fun fact, she takes Venmo.

Rather than share what happened, I started writing/drawing a comic about it. It feels more current to me than the stuff I should be working on for Chorizo, so here’s a taste. Welcome to the Ghost Coast, the distressed shore town of eastern Fight City.

How can there be seagulls if it’s an animal universe? They look a little different…

I like this on a shirt.

Classic city hater over here. The comments of this seal do not reflect the opinions of those at Chorizo LLC.

She was eating takeout when I approached.

“You’re an old soul and have had many lives.”

Metallica B-Side

And here are some geese that left after I said hello:

Two assholes that don’t want to hang. Fun fact, we once raised a Canada Goose in our Newark, NJ apartment after my dad bought it at a feast. Its name was Sandy.