the Crip Guy

Do you like lamps, bungee jumping, and red shirts? This week is the first issue in a new series "My Adventures with Death". Should I be concerned that thinking of different ways to kill a character is effortless? I hope you find it funny albeit dark (albeit? someone started using a thesaurus). Joking about death is one of the few coping mechanisms I have and yes I am playing the cripple card to justify that (he is basically a hero). Alright, let's delve into my mind. Living is hard. I talk about death often enough on this blog that some people might get concerned (I'm sure the comic isn't helping). Living is what I want to talk about this week. If I am honest I am on borrowed time. It's easy to dwell on the painful parts of life. I could be bitter or a bigger a$$ hole like my friend said. Even though I joke about death regularly it's not what I want to leave behind. I want people to know I lived. Despite not getting the best starting roll, (D&D?) I nev

This week I will try something new-ish and give some advice that I have learned the hard way. I'm not really qualified to give advice but that hasn't stopped me before. If you get something out of it, it's a bonus.  I will publish these types of posts in between my full posts. There may or may not be illustrations with them. I don't like going weeks without posting anything (what if they forget about you?). If you like it or hate it let me know or leave a comment. I read all your messages. Anyway, let's get to the rest of this experimental post.  Over the last 2 years or so I have tried to push myself to live a life I could be proud of. I have done stand-up, let my friends and family know how much they mean to me, made a blog, taught myself to draw, and had a few adventures. I experienced more pain and loss than I thought possible. I said goodbye to a few friends and loved ones. And made a few new friends. Every setback and triumph in the back of my mind I think the