Rude Boy: “We’re Out of Milk”

Rude Boy is everybody’s favourite hovering ska-loving private investigator. “We’re Out of Milk” is his first adventure, wherein a miscommunication promises to have long-lasting and unpleasant consequences.

This comic was drawn in Adobe Illustrator using only the notorious “Webdings” font, after finding out that the icon assigned to Shift+M was what could only be described as the guy from the Two Tone record label hovering a foot above the ground. Well, wouldn’t you?

Rude Boy’s out of print right now but there’s some talk of an electronic or print-on-demand anthology of all my comics, at least there is in my mind. We shall see, I guess.


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2 comments on “Rude Boy: “We’re Out of Milk”
  1. Danielle says:

    Please do a book of Rude Boy adventures these are funny as hell!!!

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