Wednesday, November 11, 2020

Emotions versus Logic in the Face of Defeat

Two modes of thinking since the announcement that Artsakh is going to be divided up, much of it given to Azerbaijan including Shushi, the smoldering ruins of whatever is left placed under the watch of Russian peacekeepers. 

First, the emotional, initial gut feeling. I am going to get this off my chest. For this, as is typical of me, I have a song that this reminds me of. A song I had not heard for years before it entered my brain when this news dropped.



“No one saved us. No one’s gonna save us now. Not even God.” “Where do you expect us to go when the bombs fall?“ Very relevant lyrics, all things considered.


This week, we have learned that ethnic cleansing, genocide, torturing to death prisoners of war, bombing cities with carpet bombs that are supposedly “illegal”, burning down forests with phosphorus bombs that are supposedly “illegal”, paying terrorist mercenaries $100 for every severed head they can produce, is rewarded in this world. It will get you what you want. If you have enough money, the word “illegal” becomes meaningless. The rest of the world will look the other way. The UN is powerless and meaningless. You can make a weapon illegal, but who’s going to enforce it? Laws only apply to the poor, not the rich. There is no such thing as justice. Justice does not fucking exist. Karma? Ha! Turkey and Azerbaijan are above karma. Hundreds of years have gone by, and they’ve never once been punished. Might as well wait for the United States to be punished for their treatment of Native Americans. It’s never going to happen. There is no such thing as karma. How many times do you need to be let down? How many times do your prayers need to fall on deaf ears? No one is listening. No one cares.  What a shitty world. I hate it here. I hate this place. 


Do I blame Nikol Pashinyan for signing away Armenia’s land and what little independence it still had? When I first learned of the news, my initial reaction was to blame him. But, now that I have had time to process everything, I see that perhaps it was the only thing he could do in those dire circumstances. But I would have appreciated it if he’d been more honest. This was all done behind everyone’s back. We were fed bullshit by the media that we were winning. Certainly keeping morale up is important, as is not giving information to the enemy. But really, my confidence in Armenian news media is shaken, perhaps forever now. I feel like I let myself fall victim to the echo chamber. I should have paid attention to neutral sources. Now, we are at Russia’s mercy. As soon as they stop giving a shit, and they pull out their peacekeepers, that will be it for Armenia. Turkey will take the rest. Maybe it will happen in fifty years. Maybe it will happen next year. No one will remember Armenia when it is gone. Its history will be erased, as it has been in every other part that the Turks have taken. But, perhaps there is some small comfort in knowing that this is the eventual fate of every country on Earth. The human race can’t have too much longer before they drive themselves to extinction, after all. Nothing is forever. Not even this planet and the star it orbits.


The second response: logic. Here’s a good interview that presents the more logical take.



Pashinyan acted before the situation could get even worse. Artsakh is not completely gone, yet. The rest of Armenia is intact, for now. And for the first time, the remaining people of Artsakh do have some kind of legal status and security guarantee. And most importantly, the war is finished, and the killing has stopped. After all, people’s lives mean a lot more than humanity’s abstract lines in the sand. Armenia lost around 1,300 people to this madness (that number will inflate once the bodies are counted, sigh). And for now, it is over. Or at least, on pause. And from the Azeri side, they still didn’t get all of Artsakh like they wanted, and now, they have  Russian soldiers on their soil. They are now a Russian colony just like Armenia is. The real winner of this war, despite Azerbaijan coming out on top, is Russia. Azerbaijan paid a heavy price for their gains. They think they’ve won, but let’s wait until it sinks in. It will be interesting to see what happens to them in the long run, when their oil reserves run out, and perhaps with it, their free pass to commit all the genocides they want.


Going forward, the only solution for Armenia is unity. Division does no one any favors. It doesn’t help. All the crying in the world isn’t going to change reality. This is the way things are now. We have to adapt. Things are grim right now. They’ve always been grim though. Perhaps grimmer. Maybe there is still a way for Armenia to survive. Doom and gloom doesn’t help anything. This may be every politician’s favorite excuse, but Pashinyan has inherited this mess from his corrupt predecessors. He should have acted before Shushi was lost I think, but, we don’t know the whole story, do we? I sure don’t. I’m not going to be an armchair general. Bottom line is I don’t think this is all his fault. I am not loyal to him, but I think Armenia is better off keeping him around instead of trading him for a Russian lackey, in my humble estimation, as much as my opinion from the diaspora counts, which is not for much.


Now if you’ll excuse me, I desperately need some kind of a distraction from the world. I have not slept well for the past two nights, I got maybe 4 hours of sleep last night over this stuff. I need to tune it out for my own well being. There’s just nothing at all that I can do about this. I won’t be sharing this blog entry around, this was just something I wrote to work through my feelings, but if you did manage to find it, well, I hope you learned something. 

Monday, November 9, 2020

Top 3 Songs of the Month - November 2020/ՏրΥ₯ 4513 - Selofan, Minuit Machine, System of a Down

The sun is waining, the outside temperatures in Florida are nearly comfortable, got a nice out of season tropical storm going on right now. The US presidential elections have been decided, and they elected the good cop instead of the bad cop. It’s probably going to be more of the same really, the same puppeteers still pull all the strings, but maybe I’m just pessimistic, not to mention way further left than either candidates. 


My focus has not been on that, but on the ongoing Artsakh war, doom-scrolling on Facebook and Reddit for news on the bombardment of Shushi, second largest city in the region. I find Reddit to be the more level-headed place to get one’s news. There’s quite a bit of inaccurate news passed around on Facebook. But you sure can’t rely on mainstream media for news on the conflict. Best you’ll get is some brief “neutral” coverage that blames both sides. Imagine a neutral report of Germany’s invasion of Poland in 1939 presenting both sides as equal aggressors. That’s basically what it is. You have Azerbaijan, Turkey, and Syrian and Pakistani terrorists against a small country of 3 million people, fighting alone for more than a month. Who do you think is the aggressor? I don’t have much more to say about the war than I already have said in my blogs last month, but it has been the main source of my angst and depression since September 27th. Maybe I should be glad nothing in my personal life is giving me that much stress, so I have the luxury of stressing about wars in distant countries instead. But I will always feel a connection to Armenia. I did write and submit a poem about my feelings watching the war unfold from the Armenian diaspora to the website https://kooyrigs.org/, who are putting together a poetry compilation about the war. Hope I make it in. 


I’m still uploading my webcomic too. It is slowly getting more views. I was almost worried focusing on the comic would cause me to abandon this blog, but not yet. I suppose as long as I want to post ramblings that are too long for a Facebook post, I will keep this blog going. You’re probably not going to see any huge projects on this blog like the Years in Music series for a while though.


Anyway, the general mood of the past month has influenced the music I’ve been listening to. 


Selofan - Absolutely Absent


The Greek darkwave band Selofan released their new album Partners in Hell on October 20, and I have enjoyed what I’ve heard. This song in particular has been running through my head since I heard it. Being plagued by troubles on the other side of the planet as I have been, in a way, I feel absolutely absent myself. 

Find the album on Bandcamp here:

https://selofan.bandcamp.com/album/partners-in-hell


Minuit Machine - To Control


Minuit Machine’s new EP Don’t Run From the Fire released on October 16th. I suppose I’ve been very up to date on my musical tastes as of late. The title track was my top song last month, and this track here is a worthy follow up, with much the same energy as the other. The lyric “I want you to be scared” sounds really badass. The rest of the song has almost a horror sort of feel to it. Which also fits my mood these days. A good 2020 track, this is. 


The EP Don’t Run From the Fire can be purchased here:

https://minuitmachine.bandcamp.com/album/dont-run-from-the-fire

System of a Down - Protect the Land


Surprising everyone, except perhaps those who already knew about the second Artsakh War, was the return of System of a Down after a 15 year hiatus. This singularly brought more awareness about the war than anything else thus far. And it is good to hear this band again. I have listened to and enjoyed Serj Tankian’s solo music, as well as some of Scars on Broadway, which was started by the rest of the band. But I had forgotten what it was like to hear them all together in the studio again. The way they harmonize is so different from any of their solo stuff. I of course have a long history with this band. I first heard them in 1999, and liked them before I even knew they were Armenian. I was at their concert in Yerevan in 2015 for the 100th anniversary of the Armenian genocide. And while my musical tastes have moved on from rock and metal (hence why this isn’t higher up on my top 3), I have always had a special place in my heart for this band. 

The song is an ode to those in Artsakh who are fighting to protect their homes. 

Proceeds from this track as well as “Genocidal Humanoidz” go directly to ArmeniaFund, which right now is sending aid to the victims of Artsakh who have had to flee the invasion. It’s only two dollars for the songs. But you can always give more. 

Here is where you can buy the two songs:

https://systemofadown.bandcamp.com/


Honorary Mention: Orange Sector- Zerstorer




Orange Sector is a band I first heard a couple years ago, with cathartic songs such as “I Hate You” and “I Spit on You”. I’m sure everyone knows someone they would dedicate those songs to. This song, German for “Destroyer”, is a catchy and danceable Industrial/EBM track. It’s a type of music I was more into back in my 20s, reminding me of bands such as And One (who in fact did a song with the same name which I cannot help but be reminded of), but every once in a while it’s a good genre to return to. This track came out March of this year. And unusually for me, it was my wife Deborah who discovered it first and then turned me onto it. She’s usually more into pop music, but she liked the two songs I mentioned earlier. 






Friday, November 6, 2020

Oziana 2020: A Review

 



For 50 years, the International Wizard of Oz Club’s Oziana has been publishing short fiction and art related to the Land of Oz series, which itself turned 120 this year. The newest issue is out now on Lulu.com, and I have had some time to read and digest it, so I thought I would provide my assessment of it here, without giving away too many spoilers of course.



Cover Art - “120 Years of Oz” by Able Tong

Ooh such a pretty cover, don’t you think? It makes me want to see an animated Oz movie using these designs. 


“Zinnia’s Wish“ by Suren Oganessian

Eh I don’t know about this story. It just didn’t do it for me. Sounds like it was written by some talentless hack with too much time on their hands. Wicked and Dorothy Must Die did “dark and edgy” Oz first. How unoriginal.

Oh wait, this was my story!

Haha, yes, I may have mentioned on this blog earlier that my story was going to be in Oziana this year, marking my debut. Now that this is out I think I can start talking more candidly about my Oz stories. This story got second place in the International Wizard of Oz Club fiction contest in 2019, which was a great honor. 

In the story, the fact that you are unable to die in Oz takes a horrifying turn when my main character Zinnia gets buried alive under an avalanche for decades. After finally digging her way out, she sets out to make death possible in Oz. The story was something I started to come up with about two years ago when I was working at a call center with nothing to give me joy in between calls but Oz books on Gutenberg.org. One of Baum’s many gimmicky communities in Oz, the Flutterbudgets of the sixth book, who have excessive anxiety, struck a cord in me for their relatability whatever reason. So I decided to build a story around one of them. Although I do have a lot to say about the story I can’t very well give it an unbiased review. I will say that the short story version which appears here is a very early draft, inhibited by the 10,000 word limit of the fiction contest. It’s a short story that wants to be a novel. Keeping it under the word limit was a special challenge. I have a finished draft of the full novel version now (the events of this story, which have been expanded upon and changed a little, take up maybe the first third of the entire story), and am gradually working on a sequel. I believe the best way to tell a darker Oz story is not to change Oz itself, but to look for the imperfections in canon Oz from the books. Oz is a flawed utopia.

Mitchell Mayle was chosen to illustrate, and he did a very good job. Zinnia even made the back cover thanks to him! I was thrilled at this; a character born in my mind gracing the back cover of anything is a very surreal feeling. It feels good to be published again for the first time in a long time.

Zinnia; the only Goth in Oz.


A Use for Jack’s Pumpkins

This is just a recipe for pumpkin pie. I should try it this year and see how it turns out.


“Dinner at the Del” by Robert Baum

In this story, L. Frank Baum is visited by a sea captain who seems oddly familiar to those who may have read his books The Sea Fairies, Sky Island, and The Scarecrow of Oz. Was this a real person who helped inspire these stories? And if he was real, then was Oz perhaps real too? Was L. Frank Baum actually writing nonfiction instead of fantasy? Robert Baum is L. Frank Baum’s descendant, perhaps he has access to secret family records, and this is a true story! Can I leave for Oz now that I have unlocked this hidden truth?


“The Wizards of Silver and Gold in Oz” by Nathan DeHoff and Joe Bongiorno

I have a weak spot for stories about dragons, and this one was right up my alley. This story is very much in the vein of Ruth Plumly Thompson’s Oz books, and it probably helps to be familiar with them when reading this story. In the story the Munchkin King has taken a three year vacation (not a long time when you’re immortal I suppose), leaving the Scarecrow to rule in his place. The Scarecrow is then visited by one of his old acquaintances from the Silver Islands (this is where it would pay to be familiar with Thompson’s The Royal Book of Oz) who warns of an impending invasion of Oz. This is a three chapter story, with the promise of a continuation in next year’s issue. I am eager to see what happens next in the story.


“Polychrome’s Sky School” by Paul Dana

Paul Dana wrote a wonderful four-book series of Oz books starring the characters Ojo and Button-Bright which I read and thoroughly enjoyed not long ago, so to be in the same publication with him was certainly a treat! This very short piece involves Polychrome, a “daughter of the Rainbow” who lives in the clouds and appears in several Oz books, notably being the subject of some of John R. Neill’s greatest illustrations, and in fact this story is accompanied by a very pretty illustration of her by Sam Milazzo. Polychrome is trying to learn magic to be better prepared for the next time she returns to solid ground. And if you like puns, this is the story for you! It would have made Ruth Plumly Thompson proud. 

I recommend picking this magazine up and giving it a read! In fact I need to read upon past issues as well, several of which are also still listed on Lulu. 

https://www.lulu.com/en/en/shop/marcus-mebes/oziana-2020/paperback/product-wq98jd.html


Sunday, November 1, 2020

Hey Jan Ghapama!

 I continued with my Samhain rituals last night. Trick or Treating with my son was actually a bit fun, as I let myself forget about the war for a little bit and allowed my mind to fill with memories of Halloweens past. It is funny how memories lie dormant for the rest of the year but suddenly you’re thinking about things that happened while you were trick or treating back when you were ten years old. That was one of the things I looked forward to most when I found out I was having a kid; finally an excuse to go Trick or Treating again and not have it seem weird. So really, not even the coronavirus was able to defeat Halloween this year. Perhaps I was wrong, perhaps Halloween is stronger than I thought. 


When we got back though, it was dinner time. Time to make the traditional Armenian dish of the autumn, ghapama. I try to make it a yearly tradition to make ghapama (not necessarily on Halloween/Samhain but sometime in the autumn), and have kept it up since around 2013. Now here’s the part where I am going to briefly turn this into a cooking blog.


A few days prior my wife and I went to a pumpkin patch and picked out a nice small pumpkin. A white one, actually, which was unusual. But it seemed right. For ghapama you don’t really want to use an enormous pumpkin. I made that mistake one of the first times I tried to make it, and had trouble fitting it into the oven. No, you want one of about four pounds or so. I carved the top off making a sort of lid, just like you would do if you were making a jack o’lantern, and scraped out most of the seeds and pumpkin gunk. I left a few seeds in though, to be cooked with the rest of the dish. I then cooked a cup of rice in a pressure cooker, adding a cup of water and a quarter stick of butter for flavor. It came out nice and fluffy. If you want to be traditional you could use something like rice pilaf, but I didn’t have that. Next I mixed in some nuts and dried fruit, which I got as a bag of trail mix with pralines and almonds with dried cranberries and pineapple. Traditionally, raisins and dried apricots would be used, with walnuts, but again, I am in Florida and have to make do with what I can find at Aldi and Publix. Plus most of the apricots here are imported from Turkey. Ew. I am not buying genocide-flavored apricots. Anyway, I mixed in a good helping of honey, and sprinkled throughout it some pumpkin spice. Normally you would use cinnamon, but I didn’t have any. 




Here is how it looked. Not strictly traditional, but good enough for our purposes. Next, I put the lid back on top, and baked it in the oven at 325 degrees fahrenheit for about an hour and a half. When it was done, it looked like this:



Now whenever you make or eat ghapama, you also have to listen to the song “Hey Jan Ghapama”. You have to. Or else what is the point? Most people’s favorite is the Harout Pamboukjian version. 


This delightful little folk song will lift your spirits right up.  

At any rate, after eating my fill, I stuck the leftovers in the fridge. You can still eat it cold, although it won’t be quite as satisfying. But I’m not wasting food.

Later that night I lit the candles at my Samhain altar, and paid homage to the ancestors. I am hoping the energy I sent out will bring peace and victory to Armenia, and that the dead will rest in peace, knowing they are not forgotten.






Saturday, October 31, 2020

Halloween is Cancelled; Samhain is Not

 


Between the coronavirus pandemic, which believe me is bad enough, and the war in Armenia with my homeland bombed and in flames, as far as I am concerned, there is no Halloween this year. Anything I do this year in relation to Halloween, like taking my kid Trick or Treating, is merely an act. Going through the motions. I am not in the Halloween spirit at all. Not in the slightest. If it were strictly up to me I wouldn’t celebrate it at all this year. Perhaps in some ways when you’re a goth and live in darkness all year, like I do, Halloween can become just another day. We have been wearing masks most of the year already, thanks to the pandemic. Even so, I usually enjoy Halloween. It’s usually my favorite holiday. Not this time. 


However, in lieu of Halloween, I can instead turn to its Celtic pagan root, Samhain. A day to honor the dead ancestors. That feels much more appropriate this year. Although I wouldn’t call myself either a Druid or a Wiccan, strictly speaking, I dabbled in Wicca in my early days as a pagan and used it as somewhat of a foundation for my practice. As it stands now I am more of a pantheist and panpsychist, and believe the universe has a consciousness, particularly stars and other celestial bodies. I have some Scottish and Irish blood through my mother, so it isn’t quite cultural appropriation, although I can add Armenian elements to the holiday. As a nerdy little aside, the ancient Armenian calendar designates this month as ՍՑհմի (Sahmi). Sounds a bit like Samhain, does it not? I know Samhain is actually pronounced like “Sow-wen”, but still, curious. Was there a cultural exchange between ancient Armenia and the ancient Celts? Or perhaps it just goes back to the original Indo-European language. But, it could be a coincidence too.


 As you can see in the picture above, I have assembled a shrine especially for Samhain in my bedroom, right beside my regular shrine. Included are photographs of deceased relatives (I wish I had more). These are my paternal grandparents Suren and Olga, Suren’s older brother in the black and white photo beside him (I believe that’s him in the picture anyway, I don’t think anyone is completely sure who it is), and a picture with my recently deceased distant cousin (second soldier from the right). In front of that picture is a feather, which represents the Aralez, a winged wolf from Armenian mythology who could resurrect fallen soldiers with their licks and thus represent healing and protection for the soldiers fighting the invasion of Armenia. The granite stone came from my grandfather’s village Shvanidzor. It called to me when I was there, and I grabbed it. I have a trilobite fossil as part of the shrine to represent humanity’s primordial ancestors of prehistory (because why not?). Every life form that lives, has ever lived and will ever live, has changed the universe in their own small way, and that is what the fossil symbolizes. Overlooking the shrine is the Urartian God Khaldi, a God of war and victory, a figure I got at Erebuni in Yerevan, Armenia. Tonight I will burn a candle, recite poems and burn incense, focusing my energy toward Armenia’s victory, healing for those harmed by the war and the country itself, and peace. My other plans for today include cooking ghapama, an Armenian dish of rice, nuts and dried fruit cooked inside a pumpkin.


The moon is full, and it’s a blue moon at that. If ever there was a time to try to dabble in magic, this is the night. To quote a certain voice sample that appears in a song by Godsmack, “Does the moon actually possess such strange powers? Or is it all just...lunacy?” I can’t explain in scientific terms why the full moon has a certain energy to it, but I have always felt that it does. It is the daytime on another world, reflected back on us. Obviously the sun has even more energy, being the actual source of moonlight, but perhaps it is simply too strong to wield other than using it as solar power, which even the strictest atheist can agree exists. Maybe this is all nothing more than a coping mechanism made to make me feel like I have more control over the world than I really do. I am open to it being nothing more than that, if it is. But if it is all just “hocus pocus” or lunacy, at least it isn’t hurting anyone really. Except maybe the corrupt genocidal leaders of Turkey and Azerbaijan, I hope. 


I called this blog entry Part 1 in case I have more to say in retrospect tomorrow. I may or may not follow up. If I don’t then this will be the only part and I will change the title.

Tuesday, October 27, 2020

One Month of War, What Can I Do?

 



It was on September 27th that the invasion of Artsakh began, and still it continues. To my deepest horror, the Azeris are getting closer to my grandfather’s village in the south. They want to join Azerbaijan with their exclave Nakhichevan, cutting off Armenia’s only border with a country it can trust, Iran (Georgia is run by a bunch of backstabbers). I don’t know what is going to happen. There have been three attempts at a ceasefire but the Azeris aren’t stopping.


Looking at Facebook and reading the news just stresses me out and depresses me. Maybe I should stop going on there so much. It’s not as if there’s anything I can do about the situation, beyond donate what I can (which isn’t much), sign some petitions through ANCA, that sort of thing. It isn’t good for my mental health. It’s putting me in a bad mood. If it’s beyond my control though, then I’m stressing myself out for no real reason, right? I should take a break from the internet altogether and watch a movie, read a book. Draw and write. I’m all the way in Florida, after all, where everyone’s more concerned with a stupid election (all other news besides the war feels trivial and irrelevant to me now) than a war on the other side of the world between two countries they have never heard of. Halloween is coming up. Maybe I should marathon my favorite horror films like I do every year.


Yes, let’s just bury my head in the sand and hope it all goes away.


Sure would be nice if the people actually on the frontlines fighting this war had that luxury, wouldn’t it? They don’t get to take a break from the war. Neither do the civilians holed up in bunkers. Neither do those who lost loved ones. Neither do those who lost limbs. Neither do those who are dead. How privileged am I? I’ve never been through anything remotely like that. What kind of person am I if I look away? A whiner. An awful person who doesn’t care about Armenia, that’s what. It’s a new Armenian genocide! How can I carry on with life, how can I keep posting that webcomic, how can I act like nothing’s wrong, when EVERYTHING is wrong? How dare I ignore it?


So you see my dilemma.


A distant cousin of mine died in the war. I only met him once, very briefly, when I went with my cousin Raffi to Meghri, Shvanidzor and Agarak, where his family lived. He was the great-grandchild of my grandfather’s sister. Am I even allowed to mourn someone I barely know? It isn’t really my tragedy. I can’t turn it around and make it about me, nor do I want to. That’s why I am not going to post about it on Facebook or anything tasteless like that. But how am I supposed to react? How am I supposed to feel? I don’t know at all. Perhaps, it just makes this whole war hit closer to home. It puts a face on the tragedy for me. 


I can’t even smile or laugh without feeling guilty. And there is no answer. 

Tuesday, October 20, 2020

The Debut of Loose-Headed Harry

 


I have been drawing comics off and on since I was 11 years old. My first comic, back then, was Tim & Miles, a comic about two friends who got into all sorts of mischief. I was 16 when I came up with the comic I draw now, Loose-Headed Harry; the gory misadventures of a bullied teen whose head detaches easily but doesn’t die. It was perhaps a way to deal with how I myself had been bullied. The comic started as just doodles on the backs of my math homework, then just one page gags, and then ongoing storylines which were mainly an extreme exaggeration of what I saw as the injustice of the American school system at the time. Teachers would look the other way when Harry was bullied, punish him for things he didn’t do, and plot behind the scenes to make their student’s lives miserable. His bully, Bully Billy, was never brought to justice, or at most would be punished along with Harry despite being the aggressor. Harry’s school, Alcatraz High School, was named for an infamous prison and surrounded by barbed wire. Behind the gory and perhaps immature humor, there was a real statement. There were more recurring characters as well. The comic itself was never seen by more than a few family and friends, though. I eventually stopped drawing it in college to focus on writing novels. 


My wife Deborah encouraged me to bring it back after I eventually showed her some of my old comics. Writing novels hadn’t really gotten me anywhere (yet, anyway), although I still plan on writing more of them. So we decided that we would make it a webcomic and just see what happens. We’ve seen other webcomic artists who make a decent amount of money through Patreon. It seems easier to make money from than self-publishing novels. I worked on pencil drawings for about three years from then on. Early this year I finally acquired a drawing tablet, and could finally start making the digital version. The new version will be more sophisticated than the original comic, more of a fantasy  high school dramedy than simple gory humor. Although it will not stray too far from its roots. If it were a show it would probably be rated TV-MA. I worked on the first chapter of about 56 pages for ten months. Finally today I have begun publishing it. 



So far I have it up on Webtoons, Tapas, and Patreon. Over on Patreon I am going to have a blog just for the comic, to be read by patrons. I will still be keeping up this blog for other things I want to write. You can read the comic at the following links, and likely other places where I will be posting it.


https://www.patreon.com/Surenity

https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/loose-headed-harry/list?title_no=536101

https://tapas.io/series/Loose-Headed-Harry