Many thanks to everyone who wished me a Happy 70th Birthday earlier this week. All that love was wonderful and made me feel young–no more than 69!
Original Vintage Art & Text
Art by Frank Frazetta in the story “A Love of My Own” in Personal Love #24, 1953. Published by Eastern Color. Curious to see more? Click the link to read the entire vintage comic book on ComicBookPlus. The story begins on Page 11.
Past episodes of Abby Amour:
The Abby Amour miniseries runs every Friday. Dialogue by Tony Isabella with repurposed art by Frank Frazetta. Dream sequence color by Sue Daigle-Leach–the legendary Disney comics colorist. (Check out Sue’s Instagram feed for her personal work featuring many critters–real and imagined.)
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LOGO: The Loves of Abby Amour
CAPTION: A comatose Abby is dreaming.
JOHNNY: How’s about I buy you this crazy candle, babe.
JOHNNY: I could turn it into a kick-ass bong.
ABBY: I haven’t ever done drugs, you hilarious hump.
ABBY: But if I’m going to be dating you... ABBY: ...maybe I should start!
CAPTION: To be continued... next Friday!
1953 Art: Frank Frazetta
Color: Susan Daigle-Leach
Writer: Tony Isabella
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LOGO: The Loves of Abby Amour
CAPTION: A comatose Abby is dreaming.
JOHNNY: How’s about I buy you this crazy candle, babe.
JOHNNY: I could turn it into a kick-ass bong.
ABBY: I haven’t ever done drugs, you hilarious hump.
ABBY: But if I’m going to be dating you... ABBY: ...maybe I should start!
CAPTION: To be continued... next Friday!
1953 Art: Frank Frazetta
Color: Susan Daigle-Leach
Writer: Tony Isabella
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“Ohhh–it has candles!..
…This the fanciest Jack-In-The-Box I’ve ever been to!”
…And the flickering, dim light they give off make it difficult to see exactly what all those stains smeared on the wall are made of!”
…I was wondering what a “Nipple Fun Store” would actually sell.”
…And the flickering, dim light they give off makes our waiter look that much creepier! And I didn’t think he could look any creepier!”
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“This is it!”
“Oh–It has candles!”
“Wait. I was talking about my penis.”
“I know. So was I. See? Right there on the table. You’re really quite a monster. Though that candle must be uncomfortable…Oh! Is this what all those girls who said they had a burning sensation after they slept with you were talking about? Now I get it. You are really kinky, aren’t you?”
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And the Waiter’s next line is…
“Yeah, you look like the type who’d be distracted by shiny objects.”
“I was about to give you both menus. But I’m guessing neither of you can read.”
“Don’t mind if you hear screams coming from the kitchen. That’s just them making the pasta sauce.”
Seriously, that waiter is just creepy.
Excellent Jams. Exactly my thought about the waiter too. He’s even creepier in color!
I still think she looks like a zombie!
Gotta love a gal with low expectations….
This is the strangest out-of-context illustration I’ve seen here in a while. I’m not sure which is weirder: the demented look on the guy gesturing at the candle, or the fact that she’s getting all worked up over a regular taper candle jammed into a Chianti bottle.