i came across an interview with Bill Watterson last week, which got me reminiscing.
i remember flying home from america when i was in my early twenties, howling my eyes out, devastated to have to go home and leave all my friends behind. i spent the first two hours of the flight inconsolable, crying my eyes out, tears pouring down my cheeks, and then pulled out a calvin and hobbes book and spent the next two hours screaming my head off with laughter, tears pouring down my cheeks. i must have seemed like a crazy person.
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