The Mike Says...
Friday the 17th of April 2009
Edit: If your going to Scarborough fair and want to catch me on the 26th, email me or put a black spiral on your hand when you're there.

It's rainy here in Varkmore, with Harper's Island echoing in my white noise mind. My bleached tooth, large enough to plug a nostril, sits under the cathode ray. I haven't taken my stimpack yet, and I need tea bad.

You may have noticed the Donation banner is gone. That's because I'm poor. All this time I thought I was laying the ground work and about to make it big was...somewhat fruitless. I'm glad for the commissions and donations I got, but it's not enough to make a living on. And I honestly bit off more than I can chew.

No, this isn't a repeat of my close-to-home April fools joke, though it may smack of it. Poet and my finances are slowly sliding down the bathtub drain and there's not enough water to keep it level anymore.

I have to go back to work.

Not sure how, but I figure I'll still print up a small stack of Sol Niger Comics. Get it moving and sellable, but I'll have trouble with inventory. I just don't have the money to order a big batch, and all donations shifted to keeping a roof over our head and food in our stomach.

I'm frustrated about it and depressed. Still continuing to lay down the foundation of Natch, Though. Soon you'll see adds on the site. Sorry, but it's necessary.

Peace, guys.

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