About twenty years ago I was set on being the next Bill Watterson. I know, I know… but one must aim high, right? I worked for a solid year developing Raf, a semi-autobiographical strip about a teenager and his sadistic brother living with their divorced mom. Even though it was the 1990s, the idea of a divorced character was almost unknown in the conservative world of syndicated cartoon strips. I drew up thirty days’ worth of cartoons (including four laboriously hand-colored Sunday strips that had the breakaway disposable top row) and sent them in. I was rejected. I did some more and sent them in. I was rejected again, but this time by an actual editor. I did not know that this was considered encouraging… these guys got hundreds of submissions a week, and to even be read by one of the top guys was a rarity.
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I figured the best thing was to try again with different characters. I has an idea of a crusty old guy, Floyd Barnes, who inherits a hotel from his hated brother. The letter reads “Dear Floyd. This place has been the death of me. Hope it does the same for you. Love, Errol.” I introduced a cast of characters including an incompetent handyman, a black character and several kooky old tenants. I had discovered my need to create complex stories. I did two months of strips and was really getting into the groove, but after my grandmother died I had many other things to do and my comics art was somewhat sidetracked for a year or so.
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And then I moved to Portland. At the time, Portland had a huge amount of alternative papers, and I thought I’d like to do a Sunday-style weekly strip about a house full of twenty-somethings living in a house together. I know, I know… it sounds a lot like Friends, and it was right around that time (though slightly before it). The strip was pretty successful, but the newspapers kept folding before the strip could become established.
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Unlike friends, these guys actually worked crappy jobs and made open fun of people. It was fun and set the stage for what came next.

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