I just found a story I wrote in elementary school. Probably 5th grade or so. Click the image to make a little larger for readings.
Old Junk
Another piece of comic art from high school. Probably about 1995 or so. Something like that. From a story about a trip to Hell. A story my friend Russell wrote. I wasn’t good enough of an artist at the time to draw right, so it just devolved into the graphic violence. Which I enjoyed at the time. As well as now. That’s Echo (what the super-hero version of myself [seen here] became later) in the front and the devilish Old Nick in the back there. I sure enjoyed wasting ink by splattering it everywhere back then.
So you’ve seen the horrible artworks I did in high school. What else was I up to around that time? Well, I was also a writer, of course. I now present to you: Michael Landon Has A Gun And A Bowl Full Of Dick. Originally intended to be spoken over music with my band XitRAM! (more on them later) Click the image to see it bigger if you want.
The first page of the old comick I started on in ’95 or so. I posted the secongd page the other day, just found this one in a box of old crap while looking for something else. This is actually a pretty good representation of what my room looked like back then.
I was going through my old papers and such and found this horrible story I wrote in 5th grade. Horrible. You could see how into 80s horror movies I was as I named the main characters Jason and Freddy. The description of the witches wardrobe has to be the worst thing of ever though. I can’t believe I got a B on this. Also, this was like the last time I wrote in cursive because it was required that year and I’m awful at it. Enjoy:
I was sorting some old drawings and found this guy. A superhero named Metastasis. Drawn way back in 1996. He would mutate guys with some sort of crap that he shot out of his hands. I really like this drawing, even now. I only half-finished the comick he was created for back in the day. I may try to work him into No Outlet at some point. Or not. (Yes that’s a little logo for my make-believe comick company I started in high school with some friends in 1993.)
When I was working on my 24 Hour comic last month I referenced an old comic of mine, Domestic Violence. I just unearthed a copy of that comic that I drew back in 1993:
Yep. Look at that shit. Pretty effing gross. I can’t even begin to explain what’s wrong this. And it gets worse:
I have no idea what that stain is except that it’s not the worst thing on the page. The Characters Created By credit is a little misleading as the main guy was supposed to be my friend Eric who got all mutated by toxic waste and turned into a muscleman apparently.
That’s what I thought a back of a head looked like. And that alley’s on a hill. And a prostitute (?) getting beat up? SHADDUP!! I was a good writer even back then. Supposed to be some sort of arty brick wall back there. A panel with just word balloons? I should do that some more now. Then a really strangely drawn half-naked man. With weird anatomy.
I guess I had never seen a real gun at this point so I could draw it correctly. Or a person.
And then comes the action! Yeah! Whoops?
Here we have a .. JESUS CHRIST! IS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE A LADY?/???????//?
Why yes, that man is 14 feet tall. What a weird comic. Shit. I was 16 and I really wanted to make superhero comics and this what I came up with. I probably drew/wrote 20 comics throughout high school. What else was I gonna do? Go to parties? Make out with chicks and/or dudes? I was a huge nerd. Oh well.
So if anybody wants to see any else of these things, let me know. They’re not all quite this bad. Then again, nothing is.
