Well…that’s it. That’s the final West of Bathurst comic ever. I made it all the way through drawing and colouring it without losing it, but that seems to have ended now. I am very, very, very, very sad at the moment.
It’s been great drawing these comics for you guys since 2006. Back then, I really was planning for the comic to last for about seven years, but seven years seemed like a long time. It’s a little less long from the other end.
I didn’t anticipate a lot of things about the comic. I didn’t know Rahim would be important; I didn’t realise Evil Marie would be a character at all. I did, however, always know that the core of the strip would be Marie and her bizarre friendship with Casey. I also knew the comic wouldn’t be possible without its setting. The characters have grown away from Davies College in the last few years, but Davies has still always provided that tinge of otherworldliness the fairy-tale elements of the Casey plot need…or so I claim. The fact that Davies is based on the genuinely real Massey College does not make it (or, in fact, Massey itself) any less otherworldly.
It’s going to be really hard to give this comic up. I know I’ve got a new one in the works, but I haven’t really got to know its characters or situations yet, and I’m at the “But it will never be the same!” stage of mourning. I hope you’ll give yourselves a chance to get accustomed to It Never Rains. I’m going to have to do that too.
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You guys have all been great; I’ve enjoyed getting to know many of you over the years. You’ve been very encouraging, even when you’ve wanted pretty badly to kill me.
Thank you, and farewell for now. I too need to cross the long-standing metaphor.
Yours ridiculously tearfully,