Jawc 1.0 : Of Mice and Malls - Less than 6 Pages left! It's been a while since I ranted... and been a longer while since I updated the comic... with less than 6 pages left to go, I'm really being lazy, especially since I had planned to have this finished by the end of september, instead I got ill, then I fell off the earth for a week after that... face it, I'm not the best person for updating... I'm just that guy that decided to keep the comic going instead of killing it off when it should've died so many months, hell over a year ago. I don't know what I want to do anymore, I mean seriously, I've lost all ambition and drive, and with my birthday coming up soon, I can't help but reflect on my life and see how far I've come and how long it's taking me to move on. I'd like to just once understand what it is I'm doing here... I keep trying and earning, and even though I try, it's never enough... I just linger and stagnate... I'm tired of not being able to speak to people, and I should explain... out here, I speak, I say too much, no one really cares though, and nothing I really say has any significance behind it, it's just me being a asshat, looking for a place to express myself, yet never letting who I am be revealed, I just prattle on without any thought or power behind my words, and I learned early after moving out here that people don't like it when you actually say what you really mean... I just speak and appease the populous' psyche... I don't have a voice out here... it's been drowned out in the quagmire of stupid children who think that in order to have a good time means you have to consume alcohol... if you need to alter your perception of something to have a good time... that means the activity you chose to do, isn't fun... otherwise you wouldn't need to get drunk. I hate this place, I hate Utah County... it consists of so many people pious and self-righteous without anything to warrant it... I know I'm a preachy bastard, I know I put others down and I have a sense of contempt that overpowers my sense of justice and leaves me alone and miserable... but when I knock someone down, I can at least say I know what I'm talking about... I may come across as a rude sumbitch, but shit, I earned my right to trash talk... others just get offended, they can't take the pressure, and to them I say get the fuck out... which is exactly what I want to do... I want to get the fuck out of this state... I don't have teh finances though to leave and ship all my stuff, and on top of that, I can't leave until I know I have a job lined up... Which isn't very good considering that I've been slacking off something fierce these last few weeks... I need to step up to the plate, grip my bat and swing for those fuckin' fences... cause life's been throwing me curves, and now I can't afford another strike... otherwise it's back to the dugout and in which case, I'll just pack up my harddrives from my computer, buy a bike, sell my shit to my brother and just leave for parts unknown... cause if I stay any longer than I planned, I may just go stark, raving, MAD! W3|c0M3 2 |T... - Tiki Man