I realize then that I am addicted to my smartphone. I am embarrassed about myself and my pathetic need for constant entertainment. If all of our phones and internet and computers just disappeared one day, how would we cope?
“First time?” Not sure what gave it away. I assume that I am acting like a terrified deer, jumpy, my eyes wide, my pulse racing. Or maybe it’s that I keep putting at least 5 feet between myself and the gun, heavy in its basket.
One of the things I love most about webcomics is how accessible they are. They're drawn by people just like you or me -- they have jobs, they fight with their significant others about doing the dishes.