its a promise!

ME VERSUS MS PAINT

i think ms paint won...

the 3rd strip.

this is the only strip out of the original three that i still like...i still laugh at it

but like the one before it, it would've worked ALOT better animated.

postscript: I really need to start coloring the new strips.

i hate PETA, i hate them more then anything i can think of right now (which is...something)
this strip could have been 14 pages long, 14 pages of me just cursing and screaming and sacrificing animals on stage (and by stage i mean the figurative stage that Sam and I are standing on there in the strip)

this would've worked ALOT better animated...hmmm...

the very 1st strip...

this was the first IKILLCOMICS strip
it was meant to set the tone for the series but instead it comes across as super pretentious and tacky

(at least it does to me)

also, this should have been two pages longer with at least six panels of awkward silence...

post script: i never did get around to correcting the spelling error at the top there...

A SECOND INTRODUCTION (OF SORTS)

For being such a nice guy I have WAY too many enemies.

Well not really enemies in the classical sense, that is to say a man with a gravity deifying curl in his mustache, wearing a cape and top hat while tying me to the train tracks… no I don’t mean that at all.

I mean there are people out there that do not necessarily like me all that much, if I was in a car accident and dying on the side of the road they would just pass on by (well, that was a bit dramatic. I don’t think that they would actually pass by. No, I think they would stop but they would only do the bare minimum that they would have to do to sleep peacefully at night. Maybe a phone call to the authorities and an insincere “how are you holding up….no your look fine….oh don’t say that, everything is going to be alright…well listen I got this thing I gotta go to, I called the cops so…yeah, I’ll see you later”.

That’s all I would get.

No, not enemies, but people who don’t care for me all that much.

But the real question isn’t “how did this happen”

But rather “why do I care”

I don’t know, but I do

I KILL COMICS: STRIPS AND RANTS

Enjoy.

AN INTRODUCTION (OF SORTS)

I don’t know what’s worse the echoing ring of desolate loneliness or the searing pain of hearing the cackles of a moron in a full room.

That is to say I don’t know what’s worse; now or yesterday.

I feel at peace while I write this. Why? Because, it’s just about three A.M. I have to work in a couple of hours I haven’t slept and its raining outside.

It’s not just drizzle, I’m talking about full blown “serial-killer-staring-at-you-though-the-window-unnoticed-until-a flash-of-lighting-reveals-a-shadow-of-him-on-your-bedroom-wall” raining.

It’s amazing.

I take comfort in storms, not because I’m a Sad Goth Clown of a Man and I love all that is depressing, no.

I’m not that deep

No, it’s because it reminds me of home.

I was born in Houston Texas in the year 1983 during a hurricane.

Rain is my blanket.

But of course I digress, which I do quite a lot and if you are one of the four people reading this pretentious drivel then you should get used to it right quick.

There was a point to this.

But I lost it.

Ha!

I’ll just continue this tomorrow after some rest, some mindless work catering to the intellectually stunted, and some food.

I’m thinking falafel.

END PART ONE