Probably won't happen, but it's possible.
More than possible, friend.
I mean, how many terrible shitty webcomics have you read or seen that have no chance of going anywhere? Dozens? Hundreds even? For every commercially successful one that actually accomplishes it's authors intents AND makes money in the bargain, you got a dozen VG Cats and Ctrl-Alt-Delete ripoffs that try the same goddamn thing and don't go anywhere. Most of the time it's for relatively nebulous reasons, things like "sanity" and being "inane" and "boring".
Sweetness doesn't have those limitations! His obvious mental illness and unique drawing style could work to his benefit! I'm dead serious, his art style has always reminded me of the methed up and the obviously insane...like it or not, friends, his comics are
authentic. Authentically stupid and repulsive, it's true, but that doesn't matter to the hip young comic reading crowd, the punks and emo kids, the skateboarders...I really feel like if he had an editor or something he'd be able to be one of those underground legends you read about, the kind of people who aren't medicated at all (and need to be
) but whose strange journeys harken back to the 60s, the 70s, the 80s, for kids who never grew up in it but desperately wished they did.
I'm infuriated that I think this way. Johnny, if (when) you read this, I want you to understand something: you're still a stupid shithead, dude, but the rational, thinking individual is able and indeed obligated to examine all aspects of things on their individual merits. I hate the thoughts you think, I really can't stand how you refuse to grow the fuck up and take responsibility for your life, I despise how you treat your family, and I especially don't care for the way you treat your former college colleagues and authorities, but god dammit, yes, your comic is semi-serviceable.
If anything, that's an even bigger ding against you: lurking somewhere within your strange, malformed frame, talent lurks. Why can't that be the number one thing you care about? How about, instead of giving a tenth of a shit about things that happened decades ago, you focus on the here and now: you have a comic, and a style, a medium upon which to express your thoughts and feelings which has the
goddamn potential to reach an audience, any audience, which is more than fucking DOZENS of kickstarters and patreons can attest to! That's the greatest crime of any you've committed, in my mind...not to denigrate or lessen the severity of your actions up until this point, because boy howdy you've been a bad, bad boy, but holy shit man not everyone can fly, and you're sitting on the tarmac in the cockpit.
Humans have a really small, limited window in which to impact the lives of those around them, to make their mark on the world, any mark at all. To be remembered, to exist beyond the limitations of this mortal coil. That's how true immortality is attained, of course...for every classical and contemporary artist, musician, philosopher, and poet, there are hundreds who no one remembers and who moulder in their graves, utterly alone, completely forgotten. Instead of doing what I normally do, which is prophesize your inevitable defeat against immortal and implacable enemies, I'll try optimism and hope: if you focused 100% on your comic, even with it's myriad flaws, I'm positive it could have some sort of success and then you could have a decent income and could buy whatever dumb bullshit you wanted with it, just like the rest of us. I spent $70 on 4 Star Wars tickets last night, for myself, a lady friend and another couple. Don't you want to spend money on whatever pennywhistles and moon pies pique your interest? Don't you?
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