Way of the Undead Fist

I love my wife.  Without her I’d still be trying to draw this comic without releasing any of it for years.  Not because I didn’t know any better, but because waiting for the perfect time gave me the excuse I needed to never really try.  She’s from the Southside of Chicago, which is known to be a little rough.  Our friend coined the phrase for the title of this page as a joke, but I find it apt for my strong yet delicate partner in life.