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We appreciate a lawyer who moonlights as a house husband on their day off. Yeah Charlie, use those big handsome muscles to clean and be soft with your dog and kids when you aren't prosecuting white-collar crime.
Making good progress. #caughtcheating #cheating #comicbooks #diaryofadouchebagcomic #sliceolife #nicoiscool #funny #beer #bar #brosbeforehos
Working on some new pages for the diary of a douchebag comic. #sliceolife #fraternity #frat #bros #nicoiscool #diaryofadouchebagcomic #comicbooks #cheating #caughtcheating #sliceolife
A couple of things I need to fix on the computer but overall this panel came out pretty good. #diaryofadouchebagcomic #douchebag #comicbooks #bros #frat #fraternity #sliceolife #nicoiscool
On Being a Fan.
My parents went to their first live basketball game tonight after a combined 114 years of living, arriving at more than half of that number together. That is a staggering amount of time to call oneself a basketball fan without having gone to an actual game. In fact, it nearly predates the invention of basketball itself, not to mention the formation of the NBA.
The game was an overtime thriller between Washington and Sacramento, with Rudy Gay having made the tying basketball with 18 seconds left on the game clock. Being a lifelong Kings fan, my mom knew all about the ritual of leaving early whenever the game is close with a minute left to go--the decision to leave early, knowing that your team will lose anyway, and that they will still be your team regardless of the result, is the kind of existential hopelessness that only a fan who has seen the worst and best that a sports franchise has to offer, knows about. I'm talking about 18 years of that knowledge; in that time, my parents will have raised four children into adulthood. This franchise finds the most creative ways to lose, which is why a city like Sacramento, compensating for its economic inferiority to California coastal cities with an overabundance of community spirit and cohesion, loves this team. My parents have been a part of that love for as long as I can remember living here. I called my dad during the commercials, before the OT tip-off, and he said, "Your mom is running back in from concessions." The flip side to following a team like the Kings is that when things do go right, the joy is that much sweeter. Even now, when I think about those halcyon years from 1999-2002, I tear up. So much more than sports comes to be embodied through the rise and fall of your team. So, to know that my parents were there tonight and we not only won, but won having come from the brink of losing, is one of the more sublime feelings I've had.
I'm making progress, I'm actually getting better! -Wakes up, first hought in the morning : God I can't wait for tomorrows's doctor appointment to pass so I can slash myself again... whoa....the hell did that come from ?