comic #145

The boy, still with a black box about 1 meter in length went around the the path from the bridge past a large building on to a carpark. He stepped in front off a couple of cars who had to Jump on their brakes to keep from hitting him. They screamend abuse at him but He still payed no attention.
When he got to the end of the parking lot he went down a wooden pear of steps which cut under neath a much larger bridge.Unlike the last, this one had a main road leading across it.
As he walked in silence a homeless person lying on an old mattress on the dirt ground. It had started to rot from the water seeping into it and it gave a musty odour. This may have come from the old man, but the boy could not tell.
The old man looked up with rhumy eyes, yellowed with age and red from a life spent in a constant spiral of drunkenness and hang overs. He drowned his reality with spirits. But as ever, they fled him after a short stay.
The boy stopped, as if running into a brick wall for the first time, and being shocked it hurt.
he said to the old man
"Hand me them." quite simply and slowly, his pitched never changed.
the old man winced at him,
"whaat?Kid, what are you?"
The boy slowly turned his head, moving nothing but his kneck to look at the old man,
"hand Them to me, you have suffered them to long."
he reached out with his hand. The old man, caught off balance by the turn of events reached out as well.As he reached forwards,

--to be continued

comic #143, #144(plus bonus #143.2)

The boy was wearing a hoody and a blue trucker hat.He was glowering at the ground as he walked. Obviously preoccupied. Under his arm was a jet black case about a meter long. He trudged across the gravel of the old caravan park and slowly made his way to the bridge which crossed the creek. The low rustle of trees barely reached through his thoughts. He raised his eyes up a little to see a group of about 4 or 5 school kids. They made a line to get past him, one stepped out of the group and slammed into the shoulder of the boy. The boy Almost expecting this to happen stood there as the school kid rebounded off him, his eyes slid across to his left.
The school boy thinking he had the upper hand gave a scoul and looked up at the boy. the boy stood with the black box under his arm, his eyes were like dark coals, sitting far back in the never ending void of his mind.
The school kids friend sensing that something was amis, pushed his friend in the back to keep moving. When they got at a safe distance they kid that tried pushing the boy, turned around and gave the lame bleet "Watch were your going!Represent!". The Boy, at this time, was already moving and barely gave a second thought to this meer anouyance.

he kept walking....

comic #141 #142

Sorry I wasnt around yesterday.I had a cardiac arrest..I told the officer I was going under 50 but no, he didnt believe me. Well since were being so DEMAgraphic (woot inn-joke(woot in- joke!).

Ok, enough of that. Well you can forget what I said about hockey earlier.I got out of it. YES, I sctually got out of it, AFTER they payed, and less than HALF way through the try outs.Im not about to release how since it was HUGELY imbarrasing and hurting to my pride. So lets just say I had mixed feelings about the final result of not playing. So NO asking until my pride stops hiccuping.

comic #140

Ok, in the next coupla days get out the ear plugs cause im gonna be a bitching. Why must I play hockey??I LOATH that Hell Spawn of a game!!If I could I would punch the teeth outa my coach and every other smirking bastard on the feild. EVERY year around this time me and my dad keep having arguements about it. his lame excuse is "Its In your jeans boy, Your great grand father played hockey, so did your grandfather and so did I.", and then I would come back with something along the lines of "First off I dont give a flying crumpet about jeans!!They chaife in weird places! And if you like It so much why dont YOU play it!!You definitly need it old man!".

Today went to see aon flux with matt. It was ok. I hated that chic who had hands for feet. I was like "YES!!!" when she got hit by that rocket at the end.

Matt has ALLWAYS wanted to do that to Tess, he kept bugging me about it, so I thought why the heckaroo not.

comic #139

hi guys.Ok, not so good feeling, I had a head ache earlier on but now im ok, my throats pretty sore but thats what you get for trying to sing along to song a coupla pitches higher than you can actually go. Im gonna go with the excuse that I usually use saying that I dont have much to say then righting a comment comparable to a lotr chapter.
ok........Nope, nothing there. oooh, eonflux tomorrow, 4:30 showing, westgate.Meet you there. Im talking to you too!yea, that little portuegese guy at the back!!

comic #138

I hate flying insects at night. Your lying there in bed dreaming of a career and a job but mostly about girls, and then you here the ominous hugh pitched buzzy sound.
Then when your mum goes away and your trying to sleep again you hear something flying around trying to get out or whatever it is that bugs do. Then you get paranoid that it will go into your mouth when you fall asleep. And your praying to god that It would give itself life threatining brain damage or a broken kneck from flying into walls and windows.

I DID have two comics for you peoples today but half way through the second one Flash 8 crashed again. Then the SECOND time I did the SECOND comic my brother came over and we boosted the wireless network a bit. YAY, im getting free internet from our neighbor.Hes also got Age o' empires 2, a whole heap of Mp3's, the complete "lost" series. So im gonna be having fun for the next coupla days.

Quote of the day: "When I wake up, I forget how to fly?is it true that we really REMEMBER how to fly when we dream?", A question to morpheus by a little girl. 'sandman: breif lives'

comic #137

You know, I dont actually really know what goes on inside a class room since I have been home schooling since I was a wee nipper of 7. 2 years of primary school thats it.
Im now a socially retarded teenager. Not doing normal things like beating the salad outa kids that arent as popular or strong as eveyone else. Or smoking what ever the trendy grass is at the moment.
Im sorry, I shouldnt try and make sterio types.
Im not so socially retarded as one might asume.I have lots of friends, their names range from things like xClericx324 and pinktootsygirl99. :P, I am sooooo kewl.I hate it how people do that, It takes longer to right than cool.