Ok, I cant stay angry forever. How can I be if people still hit me up on occasion. Little ego boost now and then works wonders. Thanks people!!!

Wow, I need to update my drawings more often.

* Keep in mind, I love my DA people. This is not directed toward anyone and if I offend anyone here, sorry. But if you relate, fuck it, I quit... *


Aint this some shit. A world that man has to live in where he is broke as fuck. He’s got 3 people depending (possibly 4) on him to eat. People look around him, even through him, but never at him. And don’t get him started on work. Shit. Its like he’s got to prove how down he is or how professional he can be. Really? Oh, wana know? Maybe they need to know he lives in a nice house way out in the burbs. Or hey, maybe he’s a white boy married to a strong black woman from the city.

Fuck, I mean he’s got a dick and balls, they wana see them to???

Ehhh, not dead quite yet.

Question. Do you still buy comic books?

Why or Why not? (I'm sure loot is a factor)

Unless you’ve been out of the country over the last week, you will know about the tragic loss of Sean Taylor. This is hard to compose words…so please bear with me.

You may have noticed I am a Redskins fan and have been my whole life. I grew up in the DC area and the Redskins encompass what the NFL is to me. The good and all the bad, I wear the burden but I will never be faded. Yes, as a true fan, this hurts more than anything I could have pictured in my worst nightmare.

But there is one side of this terrible story that has almost brought me to tears.

Let me ask you a question… do you have children? Well, I do and I am a father to them. More so, they have made a father out of me through their teachings and love for me. To know they are a product of you is something that can only be experienced. When my daughter looks up at me and says “I love you Daddy”, the feeling I get is overwhelming. The worst thing I could imagine is to have them grow up without me. I mean… they have unwavering love for their Daddy! The thought scares me to death.

Sean Taylor was a father to an 18 month year old little girl. Like me, I understand he was evolving to a man through the life of his little girl. But now, mom has the near impossible task of explaining why Daddy is gone.

I know there will be challenges for everyone directly involved in Sean’s life, but they seem very strong and the support they have is amazing, simply amazing. They will pull through.

My Personal thoughts, and I hope I don’t disgrace his memory or honor but…

In my heart of hearts I hope they find the fucker(s) involved and make them pay in a very inhumane way. Knowing his pops is a chief of police in Florida puts a smile on my face. Yeah, that’s right!

Hail to the Redskins, God bless Sean Taylor and fuck those who think otherwise!!! Straight up.

Muh-Fuckin Street Fighter 4!!! I about crapped myself just knowing its finally going to happen! Not to mention Super Street Fighter 2 Turbo HD! Oh…

It’s been a while since my last post, but lately there has not been much inspiration to learn any new techniques or draw… period. I don’t know anymore. Am I getting to old, is it because I have kids to take care of, or is it the fact I am living from paycheck to paycheck, barely. I feel like I am loosing grip on what makes life worth living for, and NO I am not talking about doing myself in. I don’t have any real friends around here, I can’t share my love for art with anyone other than the online folks, but it’s not the same. Hell, I’m not nor have I ever been invited to be part of an artist group around here, or anywhere. Its like you know everyone else must be having fun and you want to join in, but you cant.

The good things are my family loves me, my wife is fine as hell and the kids are awesome. This, I am thankful for. Then why am I so depressed when it come to drawing? Or is the writing on the wall…