Jawc 1.0 : Of Mice and Malls - Only TWO more pages and it's over! allright, it's been a while since I uploaded something to the site, and finally I have two more pages of comic up and ready to view.. so go and take a look, cause only two pages are left of the comic, and then it's over..."but, Ben" you may ask, "What happens after that!?" and the answer to that is simple... I have no fuckin' clue. I have a storyline for a new arc to my cast of miscreants, but I don't know when I want to start it up, personally I feel as if I need a month off to regroup and work things out, maybe make a backlog so I'm not always so overwhelmed... I don't know... so much I don't really know... but I'd like to continue with the comic into a new storyline, that deals with Penny and Don, and the aftermath AE and Miranda go through along with what Brandon and John will do now that they can never return to the mall ever again... *sigh*... Anyhow, I hate to make excuses, but it seems I'm not that bad at it, anyhow, this last few weeks, I turned 25, the soul crushing force of work has finally usurped my sanity and I feel as thouth my life is a slippery slope of morose melancholy that embitters my soul a little more as each day passes, ebbing the creativity further and further away even though I try earnestly to recapture it, but to no avail as it eludes my grasp at every attempt... I'm looking for a new job... I've hit the low point I needed to hit, in order to realize that I've been wallowing in my own delusion that things would improve, but sadly they don't, things aren't improving at all, and it's because of this that I need to do what my professor told me to do back near the end of my graduating semester of college, I have to blitzkreig... I have to do everything I can to go out and succeed and not look back, because looking back only leads to regret... and it's about time I went and made something of myself or else I fear I will lose more of myself to this insanity... I hate my job, it's not just normally mind numbing or anything like that, it's just overly monotonous and irritatiing, every 30 seconds I have to offer a person a feature they don't really need and hope that they take it... I hate being a telemarketer... it just sucks, and when I say sucks, I mean it sucks more than a foreign hooker during the vietnam war... that's right, it sucks that much.. and possibly more... just one huge vaccuum of suckitude... suck suck suck suck suck suck suck. Anyhow, if I needed an excuse to explain why I haven't uploading lately, it's because everytime I wake up, I go to a place that eats my creativity and shits out routine and boredom. I live in a town founded on routine and mildness, a place where if you're outspoken against the injustice around you then you're branded as a freak, if you don't drink and get wasted, you're considered a fool and if you're not into smoking and into smack, drugs and unprotected sex, then you're a fool and an idiot... I tell you people, these fuckers out here bring out the worst in people... and they all enjoy each others company.. it's sickening and that sickness is affecting my sense of self and my creativity... W3|c0M3 2 |T... - Tiki Man