windy (2005) Rysunek autorstwa Jack-Caine Silverman

. . . . I’m gonna make this brief, cause a buncha comic-book readers aren’t gonna last reading a whole unillustrated bunch o’ paragraphs. I’m onna those people that, if you caught me walkin’ around somewhere, and you knew I did this art, you’d think “Yeah. I shoulda guessed.” Then I’d say something and you’d think “WTF, THIS is the artist??” There you have it. The artist. I pretty much look like onna my comic book characters. Considering you like my art, you probably would like me. Well too bad, I’m anti-social, remember? All graphic novelists are introverts. I’d probably avoid talking on the phone with you, IMing you, or meeting you somewhere. I’d make you do all the work, or else I’d just go by “old-fashioned” e-mail. You’d have to come to MY house or pick ME up and take me somewhere. A good reason for that, in the first place, is, ya know, I can’t drive. I don wanna drive. Sorry. It’s scary.

. . . . I’m influenced by industrial music. The song that started my working on this story in 7th grade was Apoptygma Berserk’s “Kathy’s Song”, the Ferry Corsten remix. I felt into the world of electronic music.

. . . . K that was the intro. I’m gonna write a summary of my whole friggin life. I hate it when people expect these. I only have so much time, ya know? And ya think I’d know it so well by now, I’d be able to just spew it out without much thought, but uh– ‘fraid not. Lemme come up with some stuff that makes me sound like a helluva world dictator. Er somethin.

Birth: I was borne female. That was one buttload of a mistake. I was also borne with a pencil in my hand.

Pre-pre-school: I was a very serious little kid that already had sarcasm at age four, and liked to come up with BS just to get the camera on me. I hogged the camera like mad. Liked diapers too much, and wished I could wear ‘em all my life cause they’re so convenient. You’ve got a removable toilet on your butt at ALL times.

Pre-school: I started makin’ comics. I punched some girl in the face cause I pretty much wanted her to shut up n lemme alone. My mom kinna hateder too, so I was pissed when I got put in time-out.

Elementary: I discovered I’d been had at birth. I wasn’t supposed to be female, god dammit. I cut off my hair in 3rd. In 4th, my writing skills were recognized. In fifth grade, I began piano lessons, and started composing my own music. Then I found out I was pretty much doomed to draw.

Middle School: I had no friends, cause I was pretty much a nutcase. I didn’t find out I had OCD til later. Tried to be a girl, and that felt really fake, but it lasted a while. I discovered my affinity for acting and costumes.

High School:

9th: Went out with a very manipulative psycho bastard who left a few scars on my brain. It was 9 months of hell. I found out I had OCD and ADD. Fun with medication.

10th: Then I had a buttload more months of hell after this guy broke up with me (cause I wouldn’t give up my virginity and do what he wanted). The second batch of hel...

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