#ed gemmel

everyone should read Giant Days it’s such a fun comic i just love it

and the characters

He pulled out and handed her a box of what seemed to be medicine.

"I think it's Polish!"

As she opened the box and took a tablet, something bugged Daisy.

“Hey, Ed,” she said, peering into his bag, “how come you’ve got so many boxes? I thought they could only sell a person so much cold medicine at a time.”

“Maybe whatever’s in the box isn’t regulated…or can even BE regulated…”

In McGraw’s flat, he and Ed were staring around, drinking in the dull nothingness that was his new room.

“Look at this place” he said as he unpacked his luggage. “It gives off a ‘seventies prisoner chic’ vibe.”

“Yeah,” agreed Ed, “but at least they’re knocking them down next year. Good riddance, too; nothing here works. Even my flat’s keys jam from time to time.”

Without turning, McGraw stuck out his hand and said, “hand them over”, and without hesitation, Ed complied.

McGraw pulled out a pencil from his pocket, rubbed the tip on the teeth of keys and handed them back.

“There,” he said, before continuing to unpack, “they shouldn’t stick now.”

“Really?”

“Graphite’s a natural lubricant.”

“Neat” commented Ed as he prepared to head back to his own flat. Before he left, he said, “Hey, I bet you’re one of those blokes that can fix anything.”

“Well,” McGraw responded, as he observed a photo strip of an annoyed Susan, tucked away in an old book, “there are just some things you just can’t fix.”

“Ive gotten used to it, she said nonchalantly, “I wake up knowing that every day, there’s potential for adventure.”

“Isn’t it dangerous, though?”

“Hey,” she began to answer as she stood up, “I’m still here, aren’t I? You’re still here too, so I think it’s safe to say that a little drama never hurt anyone.”

“Can you control it?” Ed asked as he dumped his remaining uneaten food and placed his tray on the cleaning rack.

Well,“ said Esther, “I can; I just have to stay in my bed. ALONE! Ha ha!”

Ed blushed.

“Well, don’t jsut stand there,” Esther called, “let’s get out of here before the grease of this place seeps into our pores.”

“I, uh, have to go to the library this evening” he mumbled.

“Okay,” Esther said as she left for the flats, “see you tomorrow, then!”

With that, he combed out the mashed potatoes onto his plate and proceeded to eat them.

“ARRGGH!” Susan growled as she stomped off.

A few tables over, Esther was sadly eating lunch with Ed as company.

“She used my drama field for evil Ed. For EVIL” she said solemnly ate her mashed potatoes with gravy.

“Well, what DO you use it for?”

“I don’t use it for anything. It’s like the rear of a Victorian lady knocking into all the bone china; it’s just THERE.”