Yesterday night, right outside my house, I was held at gunpoint by five to seven kids. KIDS. They looked like they were in middle and high school. They all had guns. They took my wallet (with my credit card, debit card, social security card, driver’s license, SCAD ID, and two bucks in cash and change) and my cell phone. The guy with the shot gun hit me in the back of the head two to three times with the handle of his gun.

But I’m alive. And that’s the important part. I’m trying to focus on that fact right now. Also they didn’t take the car.

I’m still shaken up, obviously. I’ve been the victim too many fucking times this quarter. The quarter began with my iMac getting stolen, and the quarter is ending with THIS shit. One week from graduation and this happens. I lived in Savannah for over four years without any incident. I lived in this house ALONE and nothing happened.

This fucking sucks. This quarter fucking sucked. And this is how I end my college career.

I’m taking a few days to maybe a week off from posting any comics. I don’t feel like drawing about what happened just yet. I need some time. I don’t know how long. It’ just too fresh for me. I’m sorry about this. I hope you understand.

And now because of this the rest of my schedule (artwork, school work, personal stuff, getting the iDonations done, etc) is getting pushed back and messed up because I have to be on the phone with people to protect my identity and credit, get new cards, new ID, talking with police AND deal with all the trauma that comes with being held up at gunpoint by five to seven kids with guns. My mind is in a horrible place right now.

I don’t know if I’m going to be ok. Not for a little while anyways. I’m sorry. This sucks.

I would like to catch a break someday…