
Page 51. I have quite a few pages inked already and about 10 more pencilled, however I’ve been stuck on how to end this garbage, without pulling a Heath Ledger and dying a beloved artist. Not only that, I have ONE stupid little retarded panel that I can’t figure out—ON THE NEXT PAGE. This panel has been looking retarded to me for the last FIVE months!?!? Why?!?! How can on panel be screwing me up this bad? Is it the panel or is it the drugs? Who knows. The shadow knows. Bo knows. I’m the only one who doesn’t know. FML.
On a side note I’ll be at Wondercon in San Francisco on Sunday wandering around and hopefully I can meet up with some of you sexual deviants drop me a line and we can exchange numbers if i don’t already have it. I promise* little or no sextingwill happen. I’ll also have a good amount of free sketchbooks on the free table at the convention, inside of those is a little side offer to get another free comic from me—so it’s double the disappointment. Even if you hate the comics at least they’re free and aren’t as painful as this:

I just noticed if you watch this and listen to Becks song “E-Pro” its even funnier.
*these statements may or may not be false. You’ll find out when you receive or do not receive naked pictures of a man who may or may not be me.