Tuesday, April 19, 2005

The SHIT hits the fan

I was heading outside today to take out my trash, when i saws it.

There it was.......the biggest mess i seen near the garbage bin.

There was shit all over the place.

And when I say shit I mean literally SHIT!

Man, somebody dropped they're dirty-ass draws and took a shit
all over the trash cans, the stairs and everything.

So I ask myself, what the fuck would cause a person to do such a thing on property that isn't theres.

Maybe they were messed up off something, or even crazy, or they didn't care.

I look at the system of things in the same way, it seems most of the trouble that we are in is caused by people, who may be fucked up, crazy or not caring therefore they're taking a big shit on everyone else.

And it comes down that when the shit is over, someone else has to clean it up.



Wednesday, April 13, 2005

16 tons and what do you get?

I like my boss, I really do.

He's done alot for me, and has helped me alot in what I want to accomplish in life.

But hes just has a tendency to take advantage of a person in the position he's in. I do alot of work for one person in a two-man operation that should be run by four people, with the amount of customers we get daily. Sure he can compare me to other workers that he had had in the past, and say I'm slow. But those workers never stayed long with him. And those aren't dealing with the wear and tear of the shop I'm in. I wanna help the guy I really do, but he has ta learn cut me some slack! i'm only one fucking man!

I hate this fuckin classed society of employee and employer in which the worker is used as a machine rather than thought of as a human with limits. Fuck, even machines have limits! if you push them too hard they'll break down.

A little compassion for workers are needed, even more so fair wages are needed.
A normal customer service worker is actually paid, way less than they're actually worth, especially if you count the work load that they carry. Why do you think supermarket cashiers act so pissed off when they see 5 more people get in line, or the Kinkos worker doesn't want to show you how to use the copier because your the 30th person who asked today, or the bank teller could give a fuck less about how fast she handed you your money. ok I know what your thinking. if you don't like what your doing then don't do it. Incoming newsflash. You-have-to-do-something-to-survive. The world isn't rosey clear and beautiful especially in the United States. Colleges are businesses and Grants and scholarships are hard to come by, especially if you factor in the shitty school systems in this country anyway. low experience workers are doomed to these small shit hole jobs,even if they're paying they're way through school to get higher wages eventually.

The most who suffer unfortunately seem to be minority youths in these huge industrial cities who are raised by low income single parents, who are smart yet depressed, or stupid and careless.

maybe thats the way the government wants it. After all if everyone could have good wages, and be what they want to be, we wouldn't have cashiers and clerks.

Guess I can't really blame my boss, he just wants to get more for less, and who can blame him he's just following american tradition.



Sunday, April 10, 2005

Live and learn

This is the first entry in a record I'm keeping called the JTW Papers.

Maybe nobody will read this tapestry of slang and slapped together broken monologues, but whatever, I can do what the fuck I want.

The thing is, everybody needs an ear to hear you, or in this case an eye. Theres that drive for attention, a mere moment for someone to know what another person is thinking or doing, and how they cope. For it to be archived in time. The internet is that time capsule, and this is my contribution.

You see, I'm kinda stuck between failing in what I want to do and losing myself in the process of seeking success. At the time now I'm but a simple wannabe cartoonist who has put out 3 obscure comics, struggling to build 4 phat ass websites, and at the same time trying to keep my sanity in an 8:30 - 5:00 job, in which I must undertake to pay the bills and feed my face.

Its alot that it boils down to, but the shred of dignity that is wasted traveling up and down an escalator of the D.C. metro station and cramming into a metro "cattle car" with the other suits adds on to the pile.

The one thing that motivates me is that drive for success.

I'm not a fast talker, hell, I get kinda shy around a crowd. I may get talkative after a few brews or maybe a puff off the dragon but I'm still not really a sales man. So I do my sales Guerilla style. Putting up posters, free comics, stickers, anything I can to get peoples attention to my work. This adds more on to the pile.

Such a bitter struggle.

Its hard when your not a business minded person. I'm mostly just a dreamer. My mom was a good writer when she was in school, she also drew alot and painted a little. Guess I took on the torch. Ever since i was a kid I'd draw fake comic books, me and my brother would, of t.v. characters and are own ones. It was on notebook paper but the neighborhood kids loved it. As i got older I use to draw in notebooks. My own superheroes. After a while I got twisted with the hero shit. Wholesomeness lost its appeal after puberty. The sex and violence sucked in and that was about the same time Image comics were popular. I was in a whole new ball park. Bout that same time I was working volunteering in the Hyattsville Library when i came across an old set of underground newspaper reels. HOLY SHIT, I mean HOLLLYYY SHIIIT!!!

R crumb, Spain Rodriguez, S Clay Wilson, Art Spigelman, Justin Green, Vaughn Bode, Rory Hayes, jammin and bustin' up with they're strips not giving a fuck!

At first i was turned on cuz it was smutty and vulgar, but the true history behind it made my heart sing about how cool the 60's underground comic movement was.

The comradery and the anguish and blood sweat and tears they put, into they're own creations. Fuck mainstream. I learned to push aside what I thought I knew, and take up I needed to know and do. I needed fuck everyone and be myself. Stop drawing whats mainstream and money, and have fun with it.

But still I want to succeed.

I want a new movement to come back. I want that comradery in comics again. I'll try and build it beginning with D.C. Its not gonna be easy, no fucking way.

But I still gotta live and learn.