Behold. This is what happens when I'm left with the strip.
This has been like when your dad leaves you home alone and you know he has that stash of porn under his mattress. You impatiently watch his car slowly leave the driveway. Finally the car leaves your sight and you are all alone. The next thing you know, you're bounding up the stairs and lifting that heavy-as-hell thing to get at the precious boobie mags. Only when you finally do, you realize you are 11 and you have no idea what to do with your newly found boner.
I am a total noob with photoshop. It is a miracle you are looking at this thing at all. This is the third... I think... third comic to be done soley with the tablet. No pencils at all. That is weird for me. Today, for the first time, I found myself missing the confidence I have with pencils to draw just about anything my mind can come up with. The tablet does not afford me such comforts. Will I divorce it? Probably not. Even though I'm not exactly sure what to do with it, I do still have this boner.
You sexy, sexy tablet.
Oh, and, Welcome Back Carter. Get it!? Fuck, I'm funny! I should start a comic...