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Back from vacation! Sorry for leaving you unsupervised. But i'm back now until December, probably.

SO!

You're probably wondering who the man behind the door is. He's a cool guy, don't worry about it.

Did i miss you? Yes. Did you miss me? i dunno. 

Heh, i feel like i'm talkin' to myself. 

Dat gotta be like the man in the TV box feelin', right pa?

Sorry, sometimes i go full country.

Not that there is anyhing wrong with that of course.

I found some awesome people that draw better than me. My lack of talent is my style.

You can find some of those people in the box to the right:

I'm still waiting for permission from two more. Because i am a gentleman.

I am also super super modest. 

Comment punks, i dare ya.

Bye 'till next  Friday!

P.S. i'm thinking of making a side gallery for sketches an' stuff.
P.P.S. If you're new, it's a little i because anarchy.

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Trying out the new filter on my scanner. It ain't workin'. Comment if you like it this way. Artwise, I like the first panel best. 

Why won't you comment?Just one, teency-weency lil' lump o' love. Pleease.

I love doing this, and it would make me happy if someone liked reading it. And as for the contest....

Screw it, just send your email in the comments and I'll send it to you!

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Just for the record; THOSE AREN'T  EARS ON THE CAR! It's read THRAMMM.

Okay, now that i have got that out of my system,let's continue. I am astonished. 339 views, no comments.

I just wanna see someone caring about what i am doing.           None of my friends think this is cool, so, meh.

Here, have an homage to Dire Straits. 

A long time ago came a man on a track
Walking thirty miles with a sack on his back
And he put down his load where he thought it was the best
He made a home in the wilderness
He built a cabin and a winter store
And he plowed up the ground by the cold lake shore
And the other travelers came walking down the track
And they never went further, and they never went back
Then came the churches, then came the schools
Then came the lawyers, and then came the rules
Then came the trains and the trucks with their loads
And the dirty old track was the telegraph road

Then came the mines, then came the ore
Then there was the hard times, then there was a war
Telegraph sang a song about the world outside
Telegraph road got so deep and so wide
Like a rolling river

And my radio says tonight it's gonna freeze
People driving home from the factories
There's six lanes of traffic
Three lanes moving slow

I used to like to go to work, but they shut it down
I've got a right to go to work, but there's no work here to be found
Yes, and they say we're gonna have to pay what's owed
We're gonna have to reap from some seed that's been sowed
And the birds up on the wires and the telegraph poles
They can always fly away from this rain and this cold
You can hear them singing out their telegraph code
All the way down the telegraph road

You know, I'd sooner forget, but I remember those nights
When life was just a bet on a race between the lights
You had your head on my shoulder, you had your hand in my hair
Now you act a little colder, like you don't seem to care
But believe in me, baby, and I'll take you away
From out of this darkness and into the day
From these rivers of headlights, these rivers of rain
From the anger that lives on the streets with these names
'Cause I've run every red light on memory lane
I've seen desperation explode into flames
And I don't want to see it again

From all of these signs saying, "sorry, but we're closed"
All the way
Down the telegraph road