I have a terrible condition. It does not have a name.

I am obsessed with drawing busty, barely-dressed chicks with weapons fighting monsters in strange worlds.

It is a terminal condition. I will have this until my last neuron fires.

But for some reason these past few months I’ve had a terrible time just embracing this disease and running with it. Strange.

Why drawer man no want draw titties for?

Hold up, Grunt. I WANT draw titties. I gonna draw titties. Can’t not draw titties.

The soft naked titflesh juxtaposed against a hard, mean world seems to be the theme of my work. I am that kind of cartoonist.

Perhaps I can yet embrace this true self and focus my energy on finishing comics instead of NOT finishing comics.