It’s time to set your comic geek free for a bit and maybe loosen your trousers and let it all hang out once again. Two comics are out that you might want to put your hands on as they are a great way to escape all the crap going on in the economy and the endless stream of lies you are fed by the government.

First up, Manly, the co-creation between writer Dale Lazarov & Amy Colburn (yes! a lady! awesome.) who bring us several cum-soaked tales of man on man encounters. The illustrative style of Amy Colburn and the non-verbal tenderness in the storytelling of Dale Lazarov are perfectly matched for this anthology of their work. Boxers, federal agents, hot hunky librarians all make this a great addition to your growing collection or a fitting gift for that guy you want to get all sticky.

Second, my good buddies Dave Davenport and Justin Hall have just wrapped up their big release of Hard To Swallow #4 at the Isotope Comics Lounge on the first night of the Folsom St. Fair in San Fran. Kick ass and congrats to you two on another comic completed and under your belts and to guest artist Brad Rader. I look forward to getting my own mits on this issue as soon as possible! I’m sure the place was filled with hunky, humpy, hairy men which most definitely beats the time I tried to talk to Brad Rader at ComiCon when he had his own booth and this absolute douche bag sitting next to him in another booth hijacked the conversation distracting me from talking with him about self publishing. I digress, so kudos to you all!

Thankfully, some much needed good news arrived this week.

DV8, a men’s boutique in London, has become the latest casualty in my never ending onslaught to conquer the world with my illustrative perversions. Mid to late October, they’ll be carrying 22 of my works on blank greeting cards at their SoHo store on Old Compton Street. Favorite pieces like El Diablo, Sneaker Freak, Bootlicker, and many more will be on display and for purchase on the cheap. Tell them I sent you!

A 3rd batch of cards has also made it’s way to Rock Hard in San Francisco, CA and I thank them for their continued belief in bringing my work to you out here on the west coast!

Also, the contract arrived this weekend to seal the deal to become part of the 2nd annual anthology, Best Erotic Comics of 2009, published by Last Gasp out of San Francisco. I’ll be sending the art in and tying up the loose ends to take the story, “‘Dem Bones”, originally published in Hard To Swallow #3, to this new publication.

Here we are now, at the bottom of the fresh hell my brother has unleashed – nearly 8 years in the making. A ‘disaster bomb’ if you will.

Because of my inability to remember the course of events back to the time when I fled Connecticut for the green grass of Missouri and Kansas and when I held what state license, my plea for logic in the case of my license being suspended and being on the national “DO NOT DRIVE” database, I am now forced to travel to Los Angeles on October 2nd to go to traffic school.

Traffic school for a crime I did not commit. A crime perpetrated on me by my brother that will go unpunished in the arms of the law, but will not go unpunished by the likes of myself. I paid $125 to ‘facilitate the paperwork’ in the Constitution State to only hit a brick wall and within days of submitting concrete proof I was not in the state I have no other alternative but to attend the class in Marina Del Ray.
A class which will run me $100 plus any fees to ‘facilitate the paperwork’ over to CT DMV to clear my name of any traffic violations they can NOT find on record as they only keep them for 3 years.

The mental anguish, physical toll, time wasted on phone calls and in line at the DMV, and the money spent are unlikely to ever be recuperated from my truculent and sorry excuse for a immediate blood relative.

Maybe it’s in the stars that not only my world be turned upside down, but in the government’s star charts as well (if you believe in that mumbo-jumbo) with our country’s economy on the brink of collapse from unregulated ‘yeee-haw’ capitalism. Seriously for a moment, if you vote for McCain – you’re no friend of mine.

All week I waited for Rancid to come to town only to have the show canceled/pushed back to December as Matt Freeman has hurt his arm and shoulder. Disappointed again, but no fault no foul, I hope he gets better.

In the meantime, I’m going to hold on to my sanity (and receipts) and mail them to my brother and family, with a nice note detailing what I’ve been through as they just don’t get it. The rotten cunt owes me over $200 and I’m going to get it back one way or another. Until then, my brother can suck a bag of dicks and I’ll wait for an apology from my family – but I won’t hold my fucking breath.

Otherwise, I’ll pretend I was adopted and forget they even existed.