the buddy exclusive

the buddy exclusive is a collaboration between Matt Choi and Justine Lee. Every morning Matt sends Justine a new drawing with empty speech bubbles. Every night Justine fills the bubbles and posts the outcome here.
No. 00104: Carl Carl has problems.  He spends his time and money investing in little distractions such as shiny handheld electronic devices, handcrafted leather goods, overpriced sneakers and apparel made anywhere other than China.  These preoccupations, however, are only momentary pleasures.  When Carl is at home, alone in his sweats, barefoot and out of batteries, he finds himself tired and broken.  No locally brewed craft beer can drown his sorrows and no app can ease the burden of self-loathing.

No. 00104: Carl

Carl has problems.  He spends his time and money investing in little distractions such as shiny handheld electronic devices, handcrafted leather goods, overpriced sneakers and apparel made anywhere other than China.  These preoccupations, however, are only momentary pleasures.  When Carl is at home, alone in his sweats, barefoot and out of batteries, he finds himself tired and broken.  No locally brewed craft beer can drown his sorrows and no app can ease the burden of self-loathing.

No. 00103: Ju-Ju-Judy Judy doesn’t hear you.  You’ll have to excuse her.  She’s too busy listening to the melodies swimming around under that pink blob of hair she has.  Headphones on or not, she always hears some kind of tune.  She’s always humming or tapping her toes.  And if she could whistle she’d whistle, but she never developed that skill.  She can, however, dance the Charleston all over the place.

No. 00103: Ju-Ju-Judy

Judy doesn’t hear you.  You’ll have to excuse her.  She’s too busy listening to the melodies swimming around under that pink blob of hair she has.  Headphones on or not, she always hears some kind of tune.  She’s always humming or tapping her toes.  And if she could whistle she’d whistle, but she never developed that skill.  She can, however, dance the Charleston all over the place.

No. 00102: Thom Thom doesn’t have a blank face.  He has a big. ass. schnoz.  Once, a kid on the subway drew a face on his nose with a magic marker.  The face had a mustache, but Thom already grows his own mustache.  So, when he got home he wiped off that part of the magic marker face. In his bag, Thom carries a kazoo, a tube of mentos® and a seasonal hat consistently.  In the summertime Thom wears a baseball cap, but when it’s cold he prefers a beanie.  He wears his hair shaggy all year round.  As for his glasses, well, let’s face it: Thom can’t see much with or without corrective lenses.  His abundant hair, his obstructive nose and the illusive location of his eyes make vision a useless endeavor.  Last he knew of his glasses, he’d abandoned them on the cross-town bus.

No. 00102: Thom

Thom doesn’t have a blank face.  He has a big. ass. schnoz.  Once, a kid on the subway drew a face on his nose with a magic marker.  The face had a mustache, but Thom already grows his own mustache.  So, when he got home he wiped off that part of the magic marker face.

In his bag, Thom carries a kazoo, a tube of mentos® and a seasonal hat consistently.  In the summertime Thom wears a baseball cap, but when it’s cold he prefers a beanie.  He wears his hair shaggy all year round.  As for his glasses, well, let’s face it: Thom can’t see much with or without corrective lenses.  His abundant hair, his obstructive nose and the illusive location of his eyes make vision a useless endeavor.  Last he knew of his glasses, he’d abandoned them on the cross-town bus.

No. 00101: Maggie One morning on the way to her job at the city library, Maggie found a pair of glasses in the seat beside her on the bus.  Instead of attempting to find the owner of the spectacles, she placed them on her own face and has been wearing them everyday since then.  She must squint to see straight and suffers from chronic migraines, but carries a fistful of painkillers on her person at all times to maintain functionality.

No. 00101: Maggie

One morning on the way to her job at the city library, Maggie found a pair of glasses in the seat beside her on the bus.  Instead of attempting to find the owner of the spectacles, she placed them on her own face and has been wearing them everyday since then.  She must squint to see straight and suffers from chronic migraines, but carries a fistful of painkillers on her person at all times to maintain functionality.

Number one hundred. No one likes it when you put words in his mouth.

Number one hundred.

No one likes it when you put words in his mouth.

Number ninety-nine. No more free samples.

Number ninety-nine.

No more free samples.

Number ninety-eight. Why can’t you guys help?

Number ninety-eight.

Why can’t you guys help?

Number ninety-seven. Lighting snob.

Number ninety-seven.

Lighting snob.

Number ninety-six. Well, she lost her sense of humor back among those pines.

Number ninety-six.

Well, she lost her sense of humor back among those pines.