Uhg.. ok.

Have you ever felt like a hairless rat fetus trembling on a cold stone floor?

Over the last few weeks I almost died.
Or went crazy. Or something.

I was hired as part of a crack team of artists to pull off an impossible mission
in an impossible amount of time. No problem. This is what we do.. SIR.

So we got orders. From a mysterious shadowy leader, who answered to a bigger,
More important and even more mysterious shadowy executive who was being directly controlled by an even more tremendous and powerful, shadowy.. well Jesus, you get the point. This thing was dirty. It was ugly, and no one wanted to take responsibility. It was going to get bloody and children were going to DIE.

We started drawing and they kept changing orders on us. We’d get something done and then changes had to be made to make shadowy people happy. It was bad. I shut off from people around me and became mean like a rabid badger that was trapped in its burrow and hadn’t eaten in weeks, foaming at the mouth and making gross noises as I bit myself for being stupid enough to take the job in the first place. I yelled and ranted cryptic hints at mal for hours, insinuating that we weren’t going to make the deadline. Milk tasted sour. I pooped and screamed at the toilet and little shitballz as they swirled into the unknown, envious of their freedom.. 

Finally a ray of light. Ling, the sweetest girlfriend in the world goes totally out of her way to brighten my day. This is good. This saves my life and the mission. Her picture is on my monitor and I stare at it for hours feeling some sense of encouragement and hope.
When my head hits the table in depression, its like the only way I can lift it up to continue is knowing that I will see her there. 

We work till the last day of the deadline. I scream at mal at 5AM. Insane delusional rantings till he is rolling on the floor holding his ears. I go skate this curb. Its not a really good curb or anything, but I like it. Its funny, but the more I slide it, the more I wear through the paint and the less it slides. I have to skate faster to slide as it becomes less slippery (forgot to bring wax). Faster you skate, means you crash harder when you bail.
I’m sure this relates to something else in life, but I’m too exhausted to see it at this point.
I get home and stay up all night for the 3rd night str8. finish the last pages and pass out on the floor in the living room with a big smile on my face ß im guessing…

Thought that maybe everyone would be interested in seeing a small peek of why I’ve been missing updates lately, so here ya go..
Anyway, there should be regular updates for a while now. Id seriously like to thank Ling, Mal, Long/Gloria, CP/Faye, Saka, Jacob, Eisu, Chun, Shino, Lanzer, Mally, Erik at Udon, Ian and Diiz for putting up with me and supporting during the insanity of this job. Thank you all @W@!!!


For those who are interested, the finished work is one of three 8 page stories that StudioXD is providing for marvel comics Xmen evolution to be distributed on CDROM at Burger King. The CD should be available sometime in December from what I hear.. 

Anyway, I need some sleep.. seriously. Later all   Z____z;;;;;;;;;

uhhgg….