I dug out some of my Harvey Pekar books and comics on Monday night, and have been engrossed ever since. Not read some of these for a while, but within minutes his work was once again hitting the right spot, and making me think all over again.
Under the circumstances I found this short three page strip from 1978 (when Harvey was still in his late 30's) rather poignant, and thought I'd scan and share it.
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