Diary entry 3/10/01
i haven't been drawin much supapoon since november, and it's not like i haven't been drawin comic but i jus can't seem 2 put my mind on a story 4 her. cuz lately i've been readin a lot n i jus feel like i can't be drawin a half naked chic flyin around high all the time. plus most of my story lines r all fucked up, mispelled n unoriganized. i feel like i need to be sayin something important n write better instead of smokin so much weed dat i can't even see the pages anymore. maybe it's cuz i am in ny rite now n the weather makes me ill, depress n think too much compared to sf where all i do is sleep, shit, eat, smoke n draw stupid shit. weed aidn't that great out here either, fuckin expensive for bomb shit. that means my smokin habit is all stuck n weird and so is my eatin habit (i am sure those people who try to stop smokin for awhile understands the pain). @my skool rite now though, my sequential art teacher is makin me feel like shit about supapoon, cuz he's all about story tellin (he did the story board for hell raiser and music video for outkast) which is fattly what i am missin here. for real though, i think the next strip i do is gonna be all about seriousness n how 2 make it supapoon style.
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san franciso,
city that never wakes up
but always chillin
3-14-01
u know, now that i think about it, i really need to stop bitchin n jus fuckin do work. 8-23-01
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