It didn’t help that I was super picky about who I wanted to be friends with. Later in life, when I got out among people more, making friends came easier to me. I had to learn a lot of social skills, too.
But at that time in my life, everyone neat I met was going places. I was going nowhere. That line in Nine Inch Nails’s Hurt, “Everyone I know goes away in the end,” always made me burst into tears. I believe I was listening to that song a lot while I was drawing this comic. (Thank goodness I hadn’t discovered Massive Attack yet.)
Interesting story about the photo in the background in the middle there. That’s taken from a promotional packet a college sent me. I thought nothing of using it as a background at the time, but just as I was going to print with 18 Revolutions, the graphic novel this was printed in, I thought, “Wait! Someone took that photo! I need to get their permission!” So I hunted down the photographer, told him I was a teenager self-publishing my own book, etc., and he thanked me for thinking about the people making the materials I was using. I believe he agreed to accept a token fee in return for printing rights. Nowadays I’d just snap a photo or raid morguefile.