TToB is a man held back only by his self doubt. *nods to self*
That and Cleveland, among other things.
I may as well be selling laptops to cavemen.
I've designed race cards for friends that people have loved; but no hits to my inbox soliciting more work.
I've tried to scare up local cartoonists for some kind of collaboration because for some retarded reason I respond/react better when I work with other people, but they never show. It's just fun and exciting. Always has been. Don't know why, I work better when I'm complimenting someone else's work. I know these bastards are out there. I've seen their profiles and work on cartooning boards. I can smell their fear.
None of the cretin local bands around here are interested in Coop! / Hess style posters, unless you're Hess; because he's from Cleveland and we'd rather blow our Taco Bell wages on him than someone who could knock out something just as well for a fraction of the price.
Plus - **** the American comic book industry.
Yeah, I want to be just another asshole drawing ****ing Spider-Man and padding Marvel LLC's ****ing coffers. **** that shit.
Unless you're one of those idiots who's childhood dream is to draw Bat/Spider/Super/X-Man the same ****ing way it's always been done.
Jesus Christ.
When's my people gonna be liberated, oh lawd! Whens?!
But hey, I reckon the rank and file of the American comic ghetto is better than feigning sympathy for some dickhead in New York that demands an explanation why he wasn't personally ****ing notified when the god damn RightFAX server was rebooted.
Jesus shit.
Yeah, maybe once I move to some place where there's a culture (
nevermind you that ****ing bullshit about Cleveland's "arts" community, unless mugging, shooting, and beating up old ladies is an art these days) that supports the creative mind, and the participants aren't a bunch of god damned shut-ins. This city is so ****ing full of shit.
And the next asshole that compares me to Harvey Pekar is getting shanked. Pekar doesn't even draw his own shit you latte sippin' ****tard! Back on your overly tall coffee bar stool and get your god damned nose back in whatever pompous art-rag you're reading and stop trying to throw the cartoon dog a bone.