I've Never Heard That One Before

Here's an excerpt from my latest opus, a two page autobiographical comic entitled Look Back in Squalor. I have returned to this, what some girl once referred to as my "more confessional" work, merely as an exercise. I need to re-familiarize myself with the actual nuts and bolts of making comics, and the most readily available material can be found within the remnants of what I once called a life. I will probably collect these stories into another volume of A History of Increasing Humiliation, because people who read mini-comics will buy anything if you tell them it's autobiographical.

Rest assured, I do not intend to tarry in the auto-bio ghetto for much longer. I will soon return to genre fiction, thereby ruining what little credibility I have left in the small press community. In the meantime, my beloved readers will have to be content with stories about my relationships with women who suffer from strange maladies (of whom there are many).

Right Out of the Gate

Hey jerks. Welcome to my new blog. The above is a sample panel from the first page of comics I've finished in about four months. It represents my triumphant return to the medium I sorta love, after being pinned under the flaming wreckage of my life, where it was obviously impossible to draw. I wanted to hit the ground running, so I put the word "blowjob" in the title. You can see the full comic in the Guest Strip section on The Daily Crosshatch, whenever they print it (hopefully soon).

Keep watching this spot for updates on my "career." I'm going to try to put up a new page or panel or drawing of you on the toilet every week or so, because your atrophied attention span will forget I exist if you don't have some new "web content" to gawk at regularly.