I'm in portland this week, staying with my pal Oni press vat grown-Doug
Sherwood.
He's lettering my Tokyo pop epic : King city.
It's late but I think it's good.
I love making comics like nuthin else. I breathe this.
I'm doing all the extra title page book design extras- that stuffs
the gravy.
I bought a massive box of marvel sooperhero popsicles. There's only
wolverine, hulk and spider man and for some reason they all have a
black tip along with the characters costumes colors. It's wicked homoerotic.
Marley hit me with this "6 Weird Habits/Things About Yourself" it
feels like catching herpies off the internet. I'm going to try to
not pass it on to anyone else.
lemme see...
1. When I was 19 I fell off a telephone poll 14 feet onto my head.
ended up in the hospital and had to wear a body cast for three
months. I gota cracked L-5 vertbret.
2.When I first moved to NYC in 99 I had a shity little room way out
in far rockaway
my place got broken into but all I owned was a clock radio some
clothes and comix
so they didnt take anything.
3.I can't drive or whistle and I learned to snap at 16.
4.I have almost no intrest in playing video games but for some reason I think
it's important to be good at street fighter.
5.I almost never draw guns. I try to avoid it. I think they're played out and I don't like being around the real thing. if you're going to do it you should know your shit and do it right. (joe Wight does it right)
6.and apparently I put too much condements on my food. I guess I can't bear it tasting like it's supposed to. My pal David said it had something to do with my problems with authority.
so that's that. Portland is fun. This town has so many more comic artists than any other place I've ever been. I'm neck deep here. It's cool.
I'll let you kids know when the books comming out. Plus there's other massive stuff in the works I'll type about later.
I'm gonna go draw pin ups of girls brushing their teeth wile I watch stick it.
sick.
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Mood:
Content -
Reading: comix & chandler's Playback
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Watching: stick it
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Eating: super hero popsicles
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Drinking: coffee in my blood
Anyway hooray Portland. I can't drive either. P.S. you totally missed out, Saturday myself and the usual gang of idiots watched the Richard Donner cut of Superman II and ate pizza and Dan cut this hardcore fart that shook the couch. See what happens when you don't come around? Yeah that's right.
I can't drive or snap and I learned to whistle at sixteen!
If you win, you go to heaven.
If you lose, off to hell with you.
This is why it is important to be good at SF.
And there are so many vespas.
...AND I HAVE THOSE POPSICLES AND I WAS THINKING THE SAME THING. Those things are fucking awesome.
So now I picture you wandering down I-5, eating popsicles, and leaving a trail of condements.
And cool, looking forward to the book!
its a season of shopping, and shopping.
Santa wants you to shop.
Elves want you to shop.
Even my selfish parents want me to shop.
i started this, hoping that once i got into the groove words would flow from me, but all thats showing up is my bitching about christmas, then me bitching about bitching.
Now im whining about swearing too much.
its a vicious circle.
L-5 vertebrae can suck a black tipped wolverine.
i hope this whole experience has done what i intended, namely to thrill you enough to drive to michigan and settle down here.
yes?
no?
yes?
i know your pain
actually the doctors said i 'caused a wedge'
i thought that was awesome