I'm reminded a lot of my mother. A lot of things she did were someone else's fault. It was very unhealthy, and part of the reason I had to live 500 miles away from her for nearly 10 years. As twisted as it seems, I am still glad to this day that she passed away before she could purchase a brand new Camaro with the money she inherited from *her* mother's passing.
Welcome to your front row seat to my identity crisis!
I’m Ollie- half Cuban, half Brazilian, born in the good ‘ole USA. Oh, and also very queer.
I’m an estranged adult child trying to navigate what my own story even is. This comic is eclectic, scattered, told in no particular order- just like how my bizarre life feels at times.
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