Hi! You’ve reached my shitty comic.
In a nutshell, since I was maybe ten, I’ve been drawing shitty little panelless comics. Sometimes one-panel gags, but at some point…. Well, remember the last two or three years of Calvin & Hobbes Sunday strips, where Bill Watterson had achieved enough critical acclaim and also enough of a die-hard fan-base that the Syndicate finally let him drop the constrictions of panels altogether? My step-mother found them hard to read, but I fucking loved that shit, and tried my hand at a few “panel-free” single-page stories of my own. But like I said, it was all pretty shitty. I was always too enthusiastic to cultivate my drawing abilities, preferring to try and figure things out on my own and develop my skill organically; some drawings are actually rather good — those are the ones that may take me a couple of days to perfect, but a lot of times, I care more about getting the idea down than perfecting the form of the idea. Very conceptual and Fluxxus, I dig it.
The result is that there are some handfuls of ten-year-olds who draw better at ten years old than I draw at twenty-three. I don’t mind. These are little things that amuse me, and I hope they might amuse others.