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:
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