|Since it was his last shift, I made Dillon sign his comic.|
I totally realise this was wholly unnecessary, but he was a good sport about it.
|Had to fix his name, cos he was tooooo effing nice to correct me on my spelling.|
We chatted about it being his last night (I'm not gonna lie - I was pretty brokenhearted about it since he was way cool). I had given him my card last time, and he mentioned that he'd gone onto my website. That was damn cool of him.
He even said he wanted to order my comics and mentioned telling the owner that she ought to commission a comic about their unique shop. I was touched - and truth is, I would do the comic either way, cos the place is rad.
Here's a little more about Dillon:
|I was gonna change his name, but hey! It's my mistake, so it stays in its pure form.|
All facts were fact-checked by the man in the comic.
As I was inking his bowtie, we geeked out about Mario Kart 64. He even combed his phone's pictures to show us his customised controller. It was such a good time being the gang of nerds in the corner.
I wanted to invite him over to play N64 before he left town, but I ended up rationalizing against it for some reason. I mean, I'd only met him once before and he was taking off. He was probably busy and stuff.
|I imagine he was like "Why are you asking me to take this picture?"|
But I will definitely miss Dillon. San Diego, you'd better know what you're in for: a whole lotta deliciousness from this Soda Jerk.
From one JERK to another:
Dillon - you had better send me your address. I owe you some comics. And if you're down, Loun and I would love to play some Mario Kart with you when you visit SF.