Some of the text is hard to parse in this issue, as was the case in Azzopardi’s first effort, 100 DAYS OF WINTER, but the creator switches things up by using a more poetic stream-of-consciousness style of storytelling, even dipping into co-opting some Radiohead lyrics. Like all of his work, this book is full of sharp observations, like the weary familiar archetypes that fill a hospital waiting room. Azzopardi is self-conscious about coming off as self-absorbed, which is a wise idea to have in mind when dealing in autobiographical comics. Again, there are some typos to be found, and it almost felt at times as if Azzopardi is wrestling with his preferred format or approach. It dances back and forth between free-floating sketchbook imagery and more traditional panels with great fully rendered backgrounds. I’m anxious to see more of a story-driven tale from him and not just somewhat unrelated diary entries. Grade B+.