As of this post, today is the last day of Inktober 2018. If I do another Inktober sketch, it’ll be posted tomorrow. Technically, I did draw everyday in the month of October. Not everything was Inktober related. It’s okay. As they say, there’s always next year.
I had a friend who loved narwhals. Even did a narwhal art postcard for her. We fell out when I didn’t want to take part of a collaboration. It was a silly joke band called The Conscientious Gasbags. Outsider music with twisted lyrics. The lyrics were good. I had some of the equipment. Imagine if Big Black meets Shonen Knife. That’s what we were aiming for. Last year scheduling was tight. I had just moved out of a ten year residence, completing school, working, and working on my art. Wasn’t even time to do my Psycho Bunny sketch of the week. I had no extra time to spare. Something had to give, and it was the band. So I informed her of my decision.
She didn’t take the news very well.
When I broke the news to her in a diplomatic manner, this is what she said:
“Don’t ever speak to me again. Do not contact me in any way, shape, or form.”
So seven years of friendship meant nothing to her. It hurt. On top of that, she even managed to turn another ‘friend’ against me. This was all because I didn’t want to do that project with her. So I went ahead, deleting anything on social media that I set up relating to the band. It was really extreme on her part, but if I was going to be treated like public enemy number one, so be it. It wasn’t the first time a former friend turned against me. It still hurt. It was also very unnecessary.
Six months later, I found out on Facebook she had died.
I didn’t gloat in her passing. Instead, the whole thing was just sad. I mourned silently. In her honor, I went to Sweet Jane’s. It’s a neighborhood bar that I had taken her to when she visited me in NYC. She loved that place. So as I was toasting to her life, I was with another good friend. My friend was comforting me, telling me that Julie’s spirit was here and Julie forgave me. Afterwards we proceeded to get a little too drunk. Oops.
Still have Julie’s book of poetry, the skull jewelry boxes she gave me, and assorted accessories. Most of all, I still have the memories. Will leave it at that.
With death comes forgiveness.
Geez. Didn’t mean to turn this Inktober entry into a candid post, but hey.
Anyway. Back to the Inktober sketch. Along with the grumpy narwhal is Fudgie The Whale. Fugdie is an iconic character from Carvel’s line of ice cream cakes. My mother, who also passed away in 2015, used to get me an annual ice cream cake for my birthday during my childhood. It was very late ’70s/early ’80s thing to do while growing up in the outer boroughs of NYC. The Beastie Boys’ debut single was a tune called Cookie Puss.
The sketch itself. Not one of my best. Kinda looks like a rush job, which is kinda sorta was. The story behind this goes as this. It’s the narwhal’s birthday. While other narwhals are happy, this one is a cantankerous sort of creature. Worse of all, this grumpy narwhal is miffed that his birthday cake happens to be Fudgie The Whale. Thus Inktober 2018 prompt 12, whale.
One or two more Inktober 2018 to follow.