I was talking to Vernon Hoe about this very subject a couple of years ago. Considering how often and the sheer numbers of women who have decided to go adversarial on me over the years, I don't have a lot of them out there who still feel that they have issues with me to this day. I think one aggrieved party of one, two, or three individuals had their grievances bite the dust upon the reading and comprehension of Richy Vegas Comics #4: "Anita You're the Reason I'm Not In Prison." That would leave one, possibly two more aggrieved parties runnin' around out there with some kind of hard-on for me. Two's a stretch, but I never know 'til I know.
Why, one formerly aggrieved party that comes to mind would be Wanda from issue #9. Around the time I was getting ready to go off to SVA in the Summer of 1989, we had an interaction at G/M Steakhouse that seemed to her to necessitate some kind of artful response. Now, according to that other world that I talk about one foot being in, that artful response was going to involve one Billy Billiams in a way that I would not want, but not for the reasons that she thought I would not like. But, word somehow got out about Billy's assault of a girl that I'd met at the Cannibal Club a week before I first heard about it, and, by the time I did hear about the assault, about two weeks had passed since the assault itself had occurred.
You know what? I don't think that Wanda anymore had the issues with me that she once thought she did by the time I got back from my first SVA semester and took the Winter break in Austin. Now I don't know this for sure, but I saw her exiting the UT student theater and the expression on her face....had the look of someone who no longer had any issues with me. The same could be said for Katy, whom I talk about in issues numbered 6 and 7 and 8 of Richy Vegas Comics. I remember returning from when I GRADUATED from SVA, and I saw her from far across Burnet Road as she was about to enter a restaurant with a group. Her expression and demeanor seemed to betray someone who felt as if she had no longer the issues that she once felt she had.
Now the "Legend of Richy Vegas," talks about an interesting twist on this: even though Wanda herself might have not had anymore the issues she once had with me, this didn't prevent many, many others feeling that they had issues with this incident of the crude sexual proposition that I made to Wanda; thanks to the Tom-Hulce-as-Mozart-in-Amadeus delivery, through peels of affected-high- pitched-laughter, by one Jim, to anyone within earshot of his affectations-of-transcendent-genius, of this news about the crude sexual proposition I'd made. I had quite a mess to clean up by the time I returned Austin in 1991. All it took was a major nervous breakdown to wipe that slate clean, thank you.
I sometimes worry that "The Legend of Richy Vegas" will come across as too self-indulgent and self-aggrandizing. No, I just lied, I don't worry about that at all. I've got off to a really good start, and I hope to get well into it-at least over the next several years. I'm aiming for a series that might come off as about sixty-five percent as good as my last series, "The Consequences of Bringing Light."
As for anyone else out there who might STILL have a hard-on to take me down, I won't speculate to the extent of naming names here, I just have to say: well, there you have it, now go fuck yourselves.
Why, one formerly aggrieved party that comes to mind would be Wanda from issue #9. Around the time I was getting ready to go off to SVA in the Summer of 1989, we had an interaction at G/M Steakhouse that seemed to her to necessitate some kind of artful response. Now, according to that other world that I talk about one foot being in, that artful response was going to involve one Billy Billiams in a way that I would not want, but not for the reasons that she thought I would not like. But, word somehow got out about Billy's assault of a girl that I'd met at the Cannibal Club a week before I first heard about it, and, by the time I did hear about the assault, about two weeks had passed since the assault itself had occurred.
You know what? I don't think that Wanda anymore had the issues with me that she once thought she did by the time I got back from my first SVA semester and took the Winter break in Austin. Now I don't know this for sure, but I saw her exiting the UT student theater and the expression on her face....had the look of someone who no longer had any issues with me. The same could be said for Katy, whom I talk about in issues numbered 6 and 7 and 8 of Richy Vegas Comics. I remember returning from when I GRADUATED from SVA, and I saw her from far across Burnet Road as she was about to enter a restaurant with a group. Her expression and demeanor seemed to betray someone who felt as if she had no longer the issues that she once felt she had.
Now the "Legend of Richy Vegas," talks about an interesting twist on this: even though Wanda herself might have not had anymore the issues she once had with me, this didn't prevent many, many others feeling that they had issues with this incident of the crude sexual proposition that I made to Wanda; thanks to the Tom-Hulce-as-Mozart-in-Amadeus delivery, through peels of affected-high- pitched-laughter, by one Jim, to anyone within earshot of his affectations-of-transcendent-genius, of this news about the crude sexual proposition I'd made. I had quite a mess to clean up by the time I returned Austin in 1991. All it took was a major nervous breakdown to wipe that slate clean, thank you.
I sometimes worry that "The Legend of Richy Vegas" will come across as too self-indulgent and self-aggrandizing. No, I just lied, I don't worry about that at all. I've got off to a really good start, and I hope to get well into it-at least over the next several years. I'm aiming for a series that might come off as about sixty-five percent as good as my last series, "The Consequences of Bringing Light."
As for anyone else out there who might STILL have a hard-on to take me down, I won't speculate to the extent of naming names here, I just have to say: well, there you have it, now go fuck yourselves.
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