Last sunday evening, around 8pm, I got a phonecall from my dad saying that my little brother was in the hospital after attempting suicide earlier in the day. As you can imagine, that call was pretty devestating… especially since Stevo is also my best and closest friend. Outside of a year or so in middle school, I can’t look back over my life without him being an essential part of it.
I’m not going into details here or now, but suffice to say, the parents and I spent most of last week in Nebraska, getting in as much time as we could with him, tying up loose ends with the school, and trying to figure out where to go from there. A lot is still in the air at this point, but Stevo has physically recovered and is in protective custody up in Lincoln getting some help.
So, if you’re wondering where I’ve been, why the comics didn’t update last week, and/or were confused by the vague twitter updates, you now know what was going on.
