"SM, slender, looking for SF, any type" ("Sex and the City")
The word which sums up this illustration is 'autobiographical'.
Obviously, I'm not a burned-up corpse and, since I'm way past the age when my mutant gene would become active as X-Men comics would have you believed, I've never had super powers either. I wouldn't even be able to see purple let alone be killed by something with the color. But those feelings of being a hideous freak always getting rejected by women is something I've experienced more times than I've cared for. To be stood up and told I'm a loser by people who aren't exactly the most perfect individuals on the planet either. And yes. sometimes it results with me laying on the floor listening to cheesy music which. to be honest, never really seems to help so I don't know why I do it.
But instead of ending this on a depressing note, I decided to give Crispie a win. It sounds odd, but I didn't want something I co-created to be as lonely as I am. Hopefully, it's a good ending with a positive message; even if it involves questionable life insurance fraud. - Jake