I'm sorry to bother you and hope this email doesn't come as an inconvenience. Especially with something that may be kind of silly.
It seems that the group next door have an issue with personal space. At least, I'm having a bit of an issue with how comfortable they are inside my space.
It's really an accumulation of several small things that kind of ends with me sending this message.
It began with them flicking cigarette butts into our yard, which was a bit of an annoyance, but I just picked them up and ignored it.
Then I found all ten of the children next door whipping rocks at the chihuahua we had, she ran away the next day, so
It was a book I wrote and shopped around a little while after my time at the Kubert School. Oh, and was rejected by every publisher on the planet except for one, who then terminated our arrangement because I was too dumb to ease up on the content. Which was honestly far less crude than most adult themed material.
But that has nothing to do with this entry.
My buddy Pete has taken on the art chores for the book and his adaptation of the script is exactly what it needed from the get go.
Besides my nonsense, he's also one of my favorite cartoonists and you should totally check out his work.
Here's a couple of his pages:
Let's bond a bit, shall we? I'll go first, but I really want to find out why you're here. Why do you want to create comics?
I was eight or so the first time I read a comic book. Before that I was all about the Tim Burton Batman film and incessantly watched Adam West in Batman: The Movie on Betamax and never missed an episode of BTAS, but wasn't all that aware of comics. I received a package from my dad with a note that read: I liked these when I was a kid, you might like them too. Inside was an issue of X-Men and an issue of Spider-Man.
I can't remember the Spider-Man issue, but the X-Men were playing baseball for the whole damn issue an