Sunrise
Sunrise
[Hairy is on the street. Behind him is a house with a lawn.] Hairy (thinking): I love the time just before sunrise. It's quiet; no one is ever just walking about. Hairy (thinking): It's like a secret Hairy (thinking): I always hope that I'll find someone else quietly hiding from sleep, and we'll see each other and sit and talk. Hairy (thinking): I guess this is a bad place to meet people. Hairy (thinking): I wish it weren't.
[Hairy goes into the house, brushes his teeth, shaves his head (?), and leaves the house again.]
[Hairy is at a club, disco balls in the ceiling and a giant woofer. Many people are dancing around him.]

This comic is about the desire for an intimate connection with another, and the compromises we make to not be alone.
Hairy finds a certain beauty in the way the world looks without billions of humans crawling around on it. He thinks of this as a secret place that thrills him. He is excited about the remote chance of finding someone like him who appreciates its beauty. But he realizes that it's the very thing that makes this time beautiful to him that makes his imagined chance encounter exceedingly unlikely. Reconciled to the fact that he will not find a kindred spirit outside this morning, he heads back home.
At the house, he gets ready and drives to a club to meet people. The club is drawn using an inverted color scheme (white people, black background) to emphasize that it is the opposite of the 4am outside world. The club is dark and full of people, who are the lightest things present, where outside, the natural beauty shines without interruption by human forms. Hairy is seen alone in the middle of the crowd.
The title text is a reference to a common music video scene (sometimes country music videos) where people play the guitar on parking garages as the sun rises.
[Hairy is on the street. Behind him is a house with a lawn.] Hairy (thinking): I love the time just before sunrise. It's quiet; no one is ever just walking about. Hairy (thinking): It's like a secret Hairy (thinking): I always hope that I'll find someone else quietly hiding from sleep, and we'll see each other and sit and talk. Hairy (thinking): I guess this is a bad place to meet people. Hairy (thinking): I wish it weren't.
[Hairy goes into the house, brushes his teeth, shaves his head (?), and leaves the house again.]
[Hairy is at a club, disco balls in the ceiling and a giant woofer. Many people are dancing around him.]
