In my 47 years in this current skin, I've had the nature of dealing with poachers, pimps, porn producers, pricks, puds and putzes -- but to be honest, nothing aggravates me more than a professional squatter,
So there's this motherless cunt named Shawn who may or may not be associated with a certain Desert based creator, who for some reason has a reputation for bombarding Kickstarters with pledges for expensive rewards, then drops out right before the end.
Now all of you who have been riding with me for years know how I've always handled problems in the past, but now with a long criminal record that I bribed the right officials to erase, sometimes one has to take into account perspective, even if it doesn't provide satisfaction, at least at the immediate level,
In the last year, I've been hounded by the IRS for my life 16 years ago, I've been trying to spend enough time with my dad until nature takes him from me, I've been told by Citibank that I have to close my accounts and given no reason or logic why -- and I've smoked too much cannabis in my life that it doesn't even get me high anymore.
It's enough to make a man want to drive off the road and hope to be reincarnated as a pair of Lynda Carter's panties, but when looking at the grand view of life, it's all petty nonsense.
I once got on a plane and threatened to break an artists' drawing hand for lying and missing deadlines on my first graphic novel, I once stormed onto a yacht in the Bahamas with a golden golf club on the day my ex wife started dealing girls to Tiger Woods, I once busted down the door of a sorority house and yelled out "I NEED A ROOM!"
Point is, I'm crazy, I'm impulsive, and I'm stupid, but it makes me the best comic book writer in the business. But with business comes a certain level of forced maturity, and beckoned by fear and anger, I have to fight off my other personality every morning during my AM Swim to prevent me from going to the IRS office and setting it on fire.
But I realized, when you choose to enter the world of fantasy art and acquisitions, and you travel the world hunting down porn stars to convince them to inspire more fantasy art, you often forget that not everyone gets to live their dream, and they will do anything and everything to give you a taste of their misery.
You see, before and after the audit or bank freeze, before or after the Kickstarter number drops because a squatter took their dump on your piece and ran away laughing, before or after you realize the cannabis oil isn't working and you're only puffing to fulfill an addiction or oral fixation,
When all the smoke clears, the catapults are done chucking rocks at your soul, there is only the dream.
You see, regardless of their victory or decisive blow, they have to eternally go back to living their life, and those that have read my comics realize I always preach the only fate worse than death.....
Mediocrity,
I am no smarter than any of you reading this, I just took my shot and failed a lot more than I succeeded, it just so happens that the success outweighed the many failures, and the failures in turn made for great stories, many of which you have or are currently reading,
So the point of this diatribe, is not to be another hang in there speech, because I hate those,
The point is to always remember that while you can hate those who always seem to be coming after you, always remember that you're not the one going after them.
Corrupt politicians are trapped in their own lies, and money can't buy away nightmares and paranoia,
Squatters get a laugh at your expense, but then they have to wake up after their victory and be reminded that they aren't able to make anything creative, and the only contribution they have is to squat and shit, which is the best they are ever going to feel.
The cunt IRS agent, RAUL, if I eliminate him, there will be another Hydra hunting for my green, and once again, they have to wake up every day knowing that their dreams didn't come true, so the only satisfaction they get is going after the select blessed who have.
I am one of those people, I have lived the Great American Dream, I have written novels, I've dined, pooped, trekked and fucked on every continent (except Antarctica, saving up for that cruise once Ozymandias opens up a resort) and I work from home every day in downtown Fort Lauderdale with my bulldog by my side,
I ain't rich anymore, my ex wife is, but she's now a plastic surgery addict, so once again, who's the winner here.
I apologize for the length of this rant, but I'm currently off the cannabis, and trying to shit out all of the negative energy so I can start working on the next Pixi Runner script. Plus I'm hoping if any of you have been dealing with any financial or family stress, that my babbling may have provided you with some perspective or at least some stress relief.
And on that note, The Original Art for the KISS KISS BANG BANG STREET FIGHTER COVER is back on the market,
Happy Hunting.
https://www.kickstarter.com/projects/hooligansco/faros-anti-valentines-special-6-set-fire-2-snow
Cheers,
FK
