Eleven years ago I would’ve had my whole day planned for this date. And that usually included drawing pictures of myself doing that very thing. As seen in the drawing. Drugs, I mean.

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.

Toxic waste! I think it’s common knowledge at this point as to what happens when folks come into contact with toxic waste.

I don’t know!! With two exclamation points. Because: look at this guy. That’s supposed to be muscles or something. Gross.

I was a really good writer. I was able to take how people talk, myself in his case, and translate it to the page. “Somehow I think this is not good” That’s fucking gold.

That again! Haha! Awesome. One thing that has stayed the same in my comics even now, is half-page panels of heads talking. Backgrounds are hard. And boring.

The thrilling conclusion tomorrow gang!

Oh yeah! Radioactive green cover. I wasn’t fucking around when I gave these to my grandmother to print up at her work. Not sure why I called it Blitzkrieg. I think I liked more the way it sounded rather than what it meant. Also: what is wrong with their backs?!

“In 5 hours they will become the world’s greatest heroes” Pretty specific. Not “today” or “This evening”. 5 hours.

Eric with the light hair. Me with the dark hair. I was reading a comic book, I guess? It would’ve made more sense to show that probably.

I love that I wrote letterer and fucked up the lettering of it.

The ‘Eric’s ex-girlfriend’ thing was probably the only real life thing that made itself into the comic, specifically in issue 2. Me and Eric mostly just hung out at school, on lunch and such. I went to his house only a couple times ever. He was busy having a life and girlfriends. I was sitting at home drawing comics shittily.

I guess I was the only student in that last panel. In actuality, I was the weirdo who sat in the back in every class.

That street was on the biggest hill of like ever. Not really. I was trying to draw things in perspective, of which I didn’t understand at the time, at all.

Oh No! What’s going to happen? Crap!

Stay tuned for part 2 tomorrow.

When I first got the hankering to do some comics in high school, I did this little mock-up of a fake cover featuring the first character I created. This was back in 1993 or so. You can tell the comics I was reading at the time based on Cadaver’s costume. I was also really into the Tick at the time, hence the goofy villain. A lot of those early comics I drew abandoned the humor entirely and were just excuses to draw violence.

An advert for an unstarted comick from years and years ago. I wrote a far more disturbing take on Falling Down and was going to make a comick out of it, but this was as far as I got. I have the story around here someplace. It was pretty gross if I recall correctly. Just an excuse to draw a bunch of disturbing shit.

An old sketch of me as a superhero for a unstarted comick. I’m going to be using a slightly modified version of this for my appearance in No Outlet #3.

Another old picture from the 1995 archives. When I first discovered ink splattering apparently.