Ah yes, the thrilling conclusion to the generally awful comic book I drew in high school, Blitzkrieg. This was issue #1.
I’m your son. Nope, my son is with one of his friends. Really. She has no problems with a grown man coming to her house claiming to be her teenage son. She has a problem with him having a friend with him, and now he doesn’t?
If you are lost- page 2. Shit, I wrote this and I’m lost. Not really. Apparently Eric’s ex was so distraught by the end of their relationship, she signs up for some weird experimental surgery nonsense! Oh no!
And there you have a teaser for the next issue. I think that may be how I got a lot of comics done in high school. Draw them really fast and sloppy. Make them 12 pages. I might have to go back to that. Eric didn’t end up drawing the next one. Or any of them for that matter. I don’t blame him. He was a much better artist than me and it would have taken him a whole lot longer, although they would’ve looked a lot better. I did get him to draw a couple pinups though.
Ah yes. Wilkens News. The subscription form and everything. Any money I actually made from these was from various family members who wanted to get a copy because I was going to be a famous artist someday. I’m known by a handful of people on the Internet. Does that count?
And what comic book would be complete without an ad for an issue that would never some out. Seems like every comic I did would have one. This was Eric’s comic that he was going to do. I guess he just ever got around to it. Necrosis. Some folks though it said Negrosis. That’s a whole different thing.
So there you have it gang. A crappy old comic. If you enjoyed this trip to the past, let me know. I got a pile of these things if you guys really want to see them.