At Least Viral Videos Go Away

To Be Remembered As A Trailblazer

Changes...

I think I finally found a suitable way for me to do things artistically, and thereby found my style for drawing comics. I have never liked the way my comics look, but because of a lack of skill, knowledge, creativity, and talent, I haven't been able to do all the things I want to do. Also, the former style was way too similar to -- but done worse than -- the douchebags over at Cyanide & Happiness , for which I apologize profusely.

I'm not sure if I'll redraw my original comics in the new style or if I'll leave them as a museum to my learning process, but I'm excited to finally have found my voice, so to speak, as a comic artist.

Now, I'm very sorry about that moment of sincerity, so if you'd like to cleanse your palate, I offer you this brand new insult:

"You're a dickhead. You probably have AIDS and your AIDS probably have herpes."

"Whatever, at least my mom isn't some two-bit meat trumpeteer."

There you have it. Meat trumpeteer.

And here's my new comic:

Therapist 500!

I had two ideas, so you get two comics. It's your lucky day. You'll probably find true love, or maybe a quarter. Whatever.