" Somedays, I dream about leaving my boring job. Literally getting the fuck away from everything.."

Jack Fryers

From day 1, I know I was not the kind of man that have a heart of gold.

From day 10, I wish I was able to keep things clear and okay.

From day 57, things turned from bad to worst.

I needed a job and I was in debt of 5,000$.

And got kicked out of my apartment.

I tried many solutions, did my part in alot of loss causes.

But at the end, who the fuck gives a shit?

No cash, no home now.. And what else.. No life ?

As I walk in the streets of New York City.

I had no one to call, not even my family could help me.

I was homeless, and I know from day 1 it was gonna end that way.

Then, finally some luck in my life happened.

As I walk in a dark alley, I found a briefcase, with 100,000$ in it.

I had a grin on my face at that very moment.

But soon, I notice a shadow behind my back.

I turn my back and look straight at the person.

He was a man with a skull mask on his face, wearing a suit and a red tie.

"Who the fuck are you?" I tell him.

The skull guy put on his red gloves and doesn't say a word.

"HEY ! I SAID WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU FREAK!" I yell at him.

But I shut up at the moment he pull out a gun and point it at me.

"Gimme the briefcase." He say.

A silence occure, I don't know what to do, except that I need that fucking money.

"No, I need it." I tell him.

The skull guy scratch his head and than.

BANG!

I drop on the ground and start to lose blood.

"You shot me.." I say.

"You bet." He simply reply.

BANG!

The End.

I am trying to remove all bad aspects of my arts.

My oldest seem grotesque, and less realistic. But my newest are becoming more and more real. I think its still

cartoonish though. But the fact my art is seriously much better than before is what keep me going.

I draw with my mouse, just to remind that fact.

Refine the art is hard and very tough.

Doing hands are still difficult to draw too.

I will continue none the less.

Since 10 months,

I trained and try many part of my skill.

I won't say it is perfect, but it got way better than before. The shading is excellent, the anatomy is top notch.

Now the only thing I need to learn more is coloring and drawing backgrounds.

But beside that, I am way too good from what I was 10 months ago. And probably will be even better the next 10 months.

One day I plan to try animation.

I have many stories in mind, and need to brainstorm all the ideas. And pick the best or the simpliest one.

More info on the next post.

see ya.

Just posted my drawing,

Dunno what to say, except to go review it.

I changed the profile pic and the background.

So, my life is going great.

Doing good work and paying my bills. I manage to save up some money and I will start working out. Going to a gym and eating healthy food. I tend to avoid junk food, chips, soft drinks and all that shit.

I weight around 280, and I need to loss 80 or more if I want to be fit.

Or gain more muscles. But the goal is to loss fat, and gain more strenght. I will do cardio and basic training.

Probably for 4 - 5 weeks, then real training to get things forward. I might buy some equipment to keep things

working at home, if I feel like skipping my work out at the gym.

Other then that, I will go back to learning stuff online and at school.

I dropped out since my 16, so that's a big goal for me.

My learning curve keep going stronger, I feel like I still can change my lifestyle for the better. Nothing can stop me from this path I choose. Nothing except my will power.

I stopped playing video games, all my friends online are asking me to keep doing that.

But, I don't care.

It's not going to make a good change in my opinion, if I keep playing games. That won't get me anywhere.

I use now a dating app, but got no match yet.

My life is in progress.

And will stay like this for a while. I hope the best for everyone who work hard, I will keep doing art and do great things.

That's about it.

See ya.

The Masked Butler

Intro

I have made alot of choices in my life, some was good..

And some was.. permanent.

No one knows my real name, or even my face.

The only thing that I have is this job and that mask.

I am a butler, I work for criminals and the government.

That's that.

And what I do is clear to me. No one can deny that I have a problem for not caring about myself.

But that's in fact.. My problem.

Nobody will understand my struggles, because I have no friends.. And I have no one to talk too.

Yeah, even with that in mind. I still keep going.

My only comfort that I have found in, is smoking.

Cigarettes, for daily problems solved.

Cigars, for major problems solved.

And weed, when I am with my colleagues. But that happens only once or twice a year.

Anyway, back to work.

Chapter 1# A Great Time

For almost a year I worked for a lady named Ashley. She is 21 years old, and she is the daughter of the man himself. Pablo Castello. Who is the head of a large mafia who does many business in the narcotics.

He is not terrible, at least not with me.

He gives me free cigarettes made from pure natural tobacco. Without any chemicals, tar, and all that shit you don't want to smoke at all.

I make breakfast, lunch and dinner to his daughter. Every single day. She never complained about it, ever. The other butlers tried to make food once, and she fired them all.

"They disrespected me." She said.

I don't know why she was so upset about it though, it's not like I have better skills. I just know which ingredients make the real effect that is expected. As my cooking teacher told me..

But, yeah..

Ashley kinda seem to have a thing for me.

She look happier, smile at me every now and then. Bump into me alot, tells me I am nice..

Even if that makes me smile..

It will never happen..

I didn't tell her but I know she is expecting something..

Something that I have been told to never do, and I have in the past been warned to.

"Never engage in any relationship."

That's still clear in my mind, even after all those years.

I have been roughly trained to never follow any feelings, never become undisciplined. and to never betray the code.

And it sure made me the man I am..

Now, in these moments. I take the time to smoke..

I take the time to figure the way I will work for the rest of this year..

Let's hope nothing bad will happen.

Chapter 2# The Mistake

Every morning, I make pancakes for Ashley.

Today she decided to cook with me. I told her I was fine by myself and she could wait for the food to arrive.

But she looked at me and said.

"Why not doing this together?"

I hesitate, but than decided to accept.

"Sure, but promise me you won't hurt yourself."

She look into me and said.

"I am not so clumsy!"

And with that, I let her join me in the kitchen. I start playing some music and we both dance. She keep looking at me with a great smile and we prepare the pancakes. I heat up the oven, and she does the mix.

After a moment, everything is done.

But soon as she turn and take the pancakes. She didn't noticed there was some oil on the floor and collapse.

"Are you okay Ashley?"

The pancakes on the floor, with the plate completely broken. She only says "Ow, I messed up."

I kneel down and tend her my hand.

She take it and stand up.

"Sorry.." She says with a sad tone.

" I will make more. It's alright." I tell her.

"You don't need to.." She replies.

" Why is that?" I ask.

" Nothing.." She says and seem sad.

And she left, leaving me alone in the kitchen with the music still on.

I turn it off and wonders what the hell just pan out.

Later, that day. Ashley completely ignores me.

It felt so weird, because she never did that.

Her father then come to me and I tell him what occured.

"That don't matter, I trust you. But listen to me.." He start explaining.

I nod and listen.

"She like you." He bluntly deliver.

I look at him and feel nervous.

"But we can't." I just respond.

"I know, I know. But listen kid." He says.

I still look at him feeling a bit confused.

"Love is wild my friend." I said with a smile.

I nod and feel strange about this. No clients ever told me something like this.

" You, you got her heart right now." He says while putting his hand on my shoulder.

" I what..?" I reply all of a sudden.

" You do not know what you have." He tells me.

I nod without thinking.

"Go ask her for dinner with her." He says.

"You want me to make dinner for her?" I ask confused.

"No, I want you to date her." He says and lit a cigar.

"W-What?" I say.

And things went that way.

• To be continued.

I am making a comic book.

I take time to write a story and get to the point.

I won't just post few pages of it.

I will work the whole story, and then post it when it's ready.

Maybe make a comic out of it.

Or a game.

Anyway wish me luck.

So it is official.

I stopped drawing sex.

Kinda bored of it.

I need something new, and more then this meaningless none sense.

I figured, maybe I should write a story that make me interested to draw it and flesh it out as a good thing to work on.

I just think I need more content in my channel. More subjects that are interesting to develop.

Because just drawing sex is pointless.

I feel that I need to walk away from that phase.

And turn to the next page of my life.

I sure got experience from drawing anatomy.

But now, I just got bored of doing the same thing over and over.

I am happy with my decision.