Wait, this is the new Sandusky Review? Dozens of hours of drawing and writing and emotion laid bare? Just these little bits of paper in this box?
Yeah, that’s about it. That’s all it ever really is.
But it’s so fragile.
Well, not really, you’re just not thinking clearly—too much NyQuil and Häagen-Dazs. It’s always this way.
I guess. I’m getting a flu shot next season, I don’t care how much—hey, did you spell the ice cream thing right?
Yeah. I just looked in the freezer.
Oh. Back to bed, then.
How does one go about acquiring a copy?