the boiling point

This is not a glamorous post by any means. This is quite frankly me at my boiling point.

It has become very clear to me in these trying times of my life, that it wasn’t mine to begin with. I’ve made a lot jokes that I’m living someone else’s dream and I have sadly found that to be true. I have plenty of personal dreams and aspirations to go towards, yet I’m following advice that when all is said and done leads me to the great sea of frustration, pain and loneliness.

My studio was supposed be my safe haven. The place where I could go and finally do everything how I want to do things. It hasn’t been that - it has been the place I go and do things I’m told. I’m not putting blame on anyone, but myself. I always thought that the ability to listen was a blessing, but it turns out that it’s the dose that makes the poison. I’m at the boiling point where I need to stop listening. F- the advice you give me.

I’ve started to draw my first comic book issue. It’s called “The Last Plutonian”. The story? Nah, you’re going to have to wait for that. This feels like the last chance for me to try to really start my life. I will go all out! And if you’re going to give me advice - prepare for the third degree scalds!

The Last Plutonian - Issue #1 - Page 1