Oh and there's an interruption. We detailed this before. People love to come in while I am writing since of course its not serious. Its nothing since they dont know how to fucking read obviously.
I mean if you do something and take it well fairly serious....fuck it if I dont. I dont give a fuck fuck you and your hobby since no one gives a fuck. See I live with that. Everyday. So be thankful if others, not children they dont know any better...I'm talking about selfish and stupid adults...refrain from interrupting your "hobby" time.
Now back to the life story I know you missed. I know you missed it since I only saw my friends probably once in about two and a half years. I was sitting there, I had final fantasy seven for part of the time...a fucking god send. It was life...I detailed that before? Or later...or if I haven't I damn sure will. But that's a whole different level of disparity.
Yeah so I was working out some well art. I had a comic..."My World" I know stupid ass name but I had to make it work somehow since it had a very manga...think Adam Warren meets Akira Toriyama....only they are under the influence of Joe Dirt. That's the tone of the art...the story...well the winged story was a lot of high school type shit...and branched off madly..I will maybe detail it one day but not here this is already gonna be longer than John Holmes dick after he got bit by a Brazilian banana spider.
Yeah so I did art, I had issues one through fives covers done, pencil ink....I had my Christmas special an eighteen page affair penciled, with ninety percent inked. The script was kind of winged and added after I had finished the art and started doing my shoddy backgrounds. Looking back I have no idea where this shit went. Someone probably has it hidden away somewhere.....just like my poetry book I finished back in ninety seven.
Moving on, I started to progress with the art which kind of made me do erratic pages, some with crossovers, I did the last page of the whole story without a story...and it looked better than the last page...I was growing...even undisciplined and under geared I was doing something for once. I had no outside interference...I watched TV while I drew...and it was my own shit...I wish I had finished at least the first few...but just to have them lost? I dont know whats worse.
Now I could go back and relive some of it...I do have one of the covers I did...i finished it in 02 I think...it was pencil half ink in 98...then later finished out...and redone in like 2008....but I didn't like the remake. But not doing any art for fifteen years does that to you I suppose....and for those that ask...I have not lost my ability....I still have the same hand...just not the drive or want. So yeah I did a comic way back..it wasn't good but it was mine. I suppose I am just like every other failed artist...you always try to be a writer of some sort...claiming its your true calling.
*stifled laugh* Yeah I was an image kid...hence why i could do a whole book with no real plot or script. Yet now I'm a well. You know. OK same channel same time...same shit...next week people...