If you’re fearing that this is going to be another substance-abuse story like last month’s “A Little Horse”… relax. :) This Tale is the yang to the yin of that one, with a more upbeat story about a night of drug-induced ecstasy.
It also takes the art into a whole different direction, trying to capture some of the manic neon fun-ness of a good old-fashioned rave.

I went to an up-tight conservative college in an up-tight conservative area. But even in a bastion of of calvinist puritanism in the 20th century, when the moon was full, the beat was thumping, the lights were blazing, and the heart was pumping, you could still have some wild spontaneous fun! But it might scare the horses a bit.

I took this approach to the color to try to capture the atmosphere of a rave. It also gave me a chance to try something to visually depict the intensity of an orgasm, which is otherwise difficult to present in comix form. While it lasts, it’s like you’re separate from the rest of the world, experiencing waves of pleasure.

Jason never did encounter again the guy who frotted him at that party, but he hooked up with Tanya a few times after that. (See “Lucky Pierre“) And he absolutely reminded Trevor on many occasions that they’d both fucked the same girl the same night. :)