I’m a disturbed person. I already know. You don’t have to tell me. I tell it how it is. Don’t pity me. Everyone is messed up. Some people are just too prideful to admit it. I hate those people. They’re hardly real people. If they want to pretend they’re better than human, then I’m not going to respect them.

Anyway. That is mostly what my comics are about. My problems. And by extension, your problems. Or a facet of your problems.

I’ll warn you. It gets dark.