I guess, unfortunately, we all reach a point where we have to grow up, as they’ve been telling us for as long as I can remember. What they don’t tell us is that we “grow up,” not because we have reached some state of newfound maturity, but because we don’t have any frickin’ time to do anything. It frickin’ sucks.
At any rate, I never really had the time (or the talent) to dedicate to the comic that I think it deserves, so rather than continue to degrade the comic with sloppy artwork, I’m just going to say “The End.” All the elaborate schemes and plot ideas are just too involved for me to try to put any kind of decent cover on. I wish I was just inherently wealthy and I didn’t have to try and do something meaningful to society and I could just go and do whatever I want whenever I want, but it seems that I am doomed to become an engineer no matter what I do. The plot I had lined up was very detailed and meaningful to me, but the ultimate hitch is that I have serious over tones that I try to make funny, because that’s the way I am, and it just kinda makes a paradox.
But some of us are too stubborn to mature. So don’t be surprised if I try to once again start up some form of comic again, but I’ve pretty much decided to let Skye and Karlie, and whoever the heck else had made and was going to make it’s way into the comic rest in the great beyond.
It’s actually kind of creepy. I have been drawing Skye in some way shape or form since middle school back in the 90s, and now I’m officially not. Oh well.
-Billy A.