Pages that will NOT be in Dead Air #2

At present: Dead Air #2 is a fucking mess, pardon my french. 

It's time for some delicate surgery.

In the interests of providing a coherent narrative and not wasting your time with repetitive filler, a whole bunch of it has to go. 

Join me in bidding a fond, fatal farewell to pages 6 and 7, which offer nothing whatsoever to the story except a glimpse of what everybody's hair used to look like:

Still Partying

but you don't have to pretend with me anymore. 

Thanks to everyone who did, though - it's nearly done!

And by "nearly" I mean NEVER.

Please Come to My Imaginary Party

invitation courtesy of Brent Miller                                                                                             

I'm having a party, by which I mean I'm drawing a party. 

And I have reached a special level of pathetic where I'm going to pretend that I am actually at said party. There will be a keg and live music in the living room, courtesy of Midnight Carnival ("I didn't think up the name"). 

I will be hiding behind the horrible plaid couch with a handle of Jim Beam and a sketch pad. Be warned: the girls next door were invited and might show up.

Also be warned: at the rate I've been drawing lately this party might be going on for the rest of September. I fully expect to be passed out on the stoop surrounded by half empty bottles and cigarette butts by the end. 

In any case, I invite you to join me in my sad charade. Feel free to immerse yourselves in the rough pages I will be working from - taste the cheap beer, smell the sweat, frown at the selection of music...

Then if you want to take it even further and leave me comments as if we were actually at this party, I will totally make you a character and put you in the finished pages.