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Fashion and Fros

09 Friday May 2025

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Dear Janolytes,

Come on and gather around the the campfire as the sage Buuuuuuurns as I type this. It’s adventure time come on and tell a friend. The JRPG adventure of Jano Ryusaru resumes again after 3 years.

Fun times.

It was either I start typing this issue, re watch the movie Dope, play video games or try to get my printer working after 3 years of inactivity. The last one seems like too much right now, I may fall asleep while watching the movie,  video games and this tied.  But I had been thinking about this while i was picking cotton today.

So here we are, Yay.

Tonight we are going to rewind to spring 2022, which honesty was the beginning of the an existential year. Idk how else to explain it.

Realistically I’m not, i gave some inkling of it in my last issue. but that is all ya’ll will get from me.

This sage is really billowing bro.

Anyway this shoot occurred in April 2022, but it really originated in summer 2018.

Yep, one of those.

This idea wasn’t even complicated honestly, but the enemy doesn’t want me to succeed. That or I’m just supposed to be patient as fuck. I can’t tell.

Anyway flashback time.

It was the unemployed summer of 2k18. I spent it working on Act 3 and 4 of my comic series, playing Final Fantasy 7, watching streaming services, and just trying to kick it with my niggas. Simple times.

At some point i was doom scrolling and saw a girl with an afro, fashioned the fuck up, in a city scape.

MESSAGE.

At some point I thought i wanna do something similar. I hit up my home girl I met from Cottonfield 5.

Jano, is that the 1 that shut down and spoiled you with the joy of working on art things freely which enjoying life away from a slave pit?

Absolutely.

She was absolutely down with the idea. Ideally i wanted to do it before fall arrived. At some point during the last few years I realized that there is a hue shift between seasons. I can’t explain it no better than that.  What follows next was me trying to do this between spring and fall for the next few years. 2k19 was a mix of various factors, but mostly Cottofield 10 working me like a slave. 2020, well there was a super virus killing people along social injustice for existing while black. 2021 was the rancid year when my car was not working properly for 6 months, in addition her father passed away, and a complicated schedule.

At some point I told myself I will move on from asking her and did. I sat with  the idea and wondered who be the person to make my faro dreams come true.

Side note, the sage I had mentioned earlier. Well I had to pause writing this because at some point my smoke detector went off and had to put the sage outside. The whole stick was enveloped in smoke and smoked me out.  A nigga had demons.

Or had a peak of fuckery that needed expulsion from my domain.

Prob the latter.

Anyway back to the flashback.

One day in February 2022 my now ex invited me to go out with her and the other slaves who were still bound by what I called Cottonfield 10. Sure whatever. I sat there listening to them tell me of the current events of that wastelands fuckery.

Can’t relate bro.

At some point an idea to ask 1 of my old slave mates would they want to help me with this project. Back in the early days of Cottonfield 10 when masta had me printing, she would come in on 2nd shift and was assigned the pod I was working at. Our interactions were real brief but she was koolio. I asked and she said yea.

Heavy Yeet bro.

I told her I would email her with the details and the time frame that I wanted to do this. I scouted my saved images from IG from 2k18,re found the email I initially sent my friend I mentioned earlier, made some changes and told her the time frame I aimed to do this which was April. She was down and there was no problems.

See this is actually a really fucking simple story it just took 4 years because of life.

The day before I re scouted the area since it had been a while. Some buildings were closed off or had transformed to a different store. We confirmed everything about the next day and Bam the day of……

 

…..I overslept.  Yep. First time ever the day of me shooting someone. I wasn’t late per say, I had just woke up later than planned and had to rush to get ready.

My toxic trait is I like to be on time for something especially if I planned it. Idk, that is just me. Alot of people have crackhead energy and are disrespectful of people’s time.  We got there in a reasonable window but it was still bothersome for me. My home girl had brought her sister, and my ex wanted to come.  Despite me being late I didn’t forget how i wanted to this to go.

My toxic trait is that I image train for shoots so that I’m prepared how i want it to go.

The only thing I wasn’t really prepared for was the amount of white people and flip flops I fucking heard on that Spring Saturday Afternoon.

NIGGA!!!

A full horde of  unseasoned Caucasians just flopping about.  Do what y’all do but stay out of my way and don’t’ be racist.

MESSAGE!!

 

The only thing that happened that I wasn’t expecting was this NPC flew off his scooter and BUSTED his ass. I thought that shit was hilarious, but I’m fucked up inside.Besides that it. I paid for her parking and we split ways.  I met up with my home girl later on and we caught up.

Annnnnnd that’s all folks. As I said this was actually a really simple idea but life wouldn’t let it happen in the time frame I wanted. Shout out to Cottonfield 10, you had some useful elements after all because that place was fuckery.

Anyway my home girl has a hair oil product  page. I can fully ATTEST that using it will make your curls POP and FLOW like pussy juice when sendai finally notices you.

I”ve seen it in the mirror.

Anyway to see how  this went in visual format, click this link thingy.

At any rate I need to head to Cotton field 12. FUUUUUUUUUUCK.

I’m over this place, waking up at 3ish am and the fuckery I’m driving to.  I need to do a prosperity spell for better fields to work in and for my art to flourish. Simple things.

 

 

 

Down The White Snake Hole

01 Friday Jan 2021

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Dear friends of Jano,

MAN alot has happened since the last time I wrote to y’all.

A whole fucking lot.

2020 was the unmitigated shit show that no one wanted. But here we are, most of us…..

For those who didn’t catch the …, I was alluding to all those who have died due to the Coronavirus…and racism, fucking racism.

Concerts got cancelled. FUCK. I was supposed to see Jhene Aiko, Halsey, Snoh, Aalegra, and R.LUM.R. Probably more but ya know humanity proved unequivocally that they won’t do anything to survive.

LIES FUCKING LIES.

But despite all the chaos of 2020, I found a way to clear a path for my art journey. Priorities folks, priorities.

A week after my bday in March, thats when shit hit the fan at my previous cotton field. And when that shit splattered I took my chance to hide under a tent of what was left of the toilet paper.

Side note, can someone please explain to me why the fuck all the toilet paper was being hoarded. Why the FUCK was that a thing?

Anyway.

Cottonfield 10 decided to comply with my cities lockdown orders, thus not counting attendance against us for the next month. So guess who did not go to the cottonfield, not I said the hybrid, not I. Well I did but only to drop off my girlfriend off since she has more of a reason to go. Me, I’m just a lowly field nigga.

But me, me nigga I rested. It felt great not to have to go to a place where my throat swelled up despite allergy medicine and masks efforts. I watched so many shows, on Kami. JoJo’s Bizarre Adventure is the legit most beautiful ridiculous anime I have seen. Ill be glad when the next part gets on Hulu. Baby Yoda is so fucking cute, Community was Hilarious. Alot of shows were watched, movies seen for the first time over the next few months. I won’t go through them all but if you are that interested then you can go through my tags for this post.

But most importantly I worked on my comic series, yea the thing that has took a deep stake in my heart since 4 years ago. For those who weren’t paying attention I reached an impasse because of CottonField 10. Simply put I was so fucking tired, SO FUCKING TIRED. 2019 to early 2020 I probably only did at least 1 and a half issues, which was the rest of Issue 6 and most of Issue 7. Frustration doesn’t even describe how I felt.

Shout out to Corona for giving me the chance to color all night like I did in 2016.

But of course all good things come to an end. Masta sent out a message to us slaves early May saying attendance was about to be mandatory again. Had the pandemic ended? Spoiler Alert, it didn’t. Actually it is still very much thriving, like the plague of yesteryears.

But shirts take a priority over peoples health I guess, yay capitalism.

Despite that new mandate via electronic pigeons, I dreaded going back. My spirit said nah Nigga. You need to understand, I loathed CottonField 10 as much as Cottonfield 4. Maybe it was the swelling of my throat, maybe it was because no one in my position was ever going to get a raise, maybe it was the new 3 day 12 hr shifts that exhausted me more so on top of the only way to get my 40 hrs was to work a 4th day at the full 12 hour capacity. But I hated that place, contemplating what the fuck am I doing with my life, loathing that I couldn’t work on my book the way I wanted, the existential ennui I felt standing in front of a dryer wondering WTF am I doing with my life.

Fun Right.

Instinctually my spirit said don’t go back. If I went back I would be condemning my spirit and my throat. Pay checks be damned, especially when they are mediocre and stable to a point.

A snake popped in my vision. Relax not a real one but a spirit snake for lack of better words.

Some of you don’t speak witch and it shows.

I know I’ve lost some people, but if you made it to this point you may as well keep reading. That Friday I decided to take a walk at the park where I shot my mermaid adventures. Ironically the date of that Friday was the same date and day as me graduating from college, May 15. I walked around and again I saw that snake, but the skin shed to white as I contemplated my life. I googled white snake symbolism and what I got was transformation and rebirth.

My mind was made up. I quit that blasted slave pit.

I quit on good terms, gave some amalgamated mesh of why I can’t stay. Along the lines of why I left, that I didn’t want to catch it and pass it on to my elder family members. Blah Blah Blah. And just like that I was out.

NIGGA I YEETED. I would have yeeted more if they gave me my unemployment, but fuck them. I hope to never see them again. Side note, my girlfriend told me there was so many cases of Corona every week. As soon Lockdown wave 1 ended they went back to their bullshit slave practices of forcing everyone to be in the same area.

But me personally, I was good. I colored to my hearts content, more so when my girlfriend got me a new chair. MAAAAAN listen my cheeks were so relieved they yeeted. So fucking relieved. I had some revisions to do, 2017 should be slapped for just hastily throwing stuff on paper. Slapped so hard. but I finally finished Act 2.

OMFG, I’m literally at the half way point. 10 issues down. 10 issues to go.

I should have kept going, but back pain was a thing. When July hit I took a hiatus to ya know live. Play video games, finally hacked my PSP that I got 11 years ago when I graduated college.

That was um a process to say the least. bricked it a few times. But I got it, at some point. Joy is playing Phantasy Star 4, and beating it. Especially when you were stuck at one part as a child.

RPG JOY BITCHES!!!

Beat Spiderman, Discovered AWICH, (YEET TO HER LIFE), did non profit work, went to Charleston finally, back to Atlanta because of the aquarium we saw in Charleston, Kayaked, climbed a mountain, taught photography to someone who helped me get one of the Infinity Stones, tried new recipes, read some books, got inspired by things for my next set of random ass drawings.Ya know all the simple things that ya don’t get to do when you are exhausted from a cotton field.

On Kami. On the Kami of all YEETS. If could just be unemployed and work on my art I would. Literally looking forward to my next unemployment stint.

I’m working at a place I never really wanted to work at again, but money is needed and I needed to loose weight from the past few months. I really became a chunky fuck. EWWWWW.

So October I restarted being a slave again, at a horrible fucking hour. The next place I shuck and jive at I hope I can wake up after the fucking sun. Thats all I ask bro. My comic work took a back seat to financial catch up, car registration and getting money for presents.

Ugh Life be like.

But my slave schedule changes soon, eventually I’ll be back to staying up all night while coloring as Spotify blares in the background. Nice to have to something to look forward to ya know.

Do I have any real hopes for 2021. nah bruh. I just wanna return status to zero by finishing all my art projects, enjoy concerts again, go to AfroPunk FINALLY, go to anime and comic cons, see my friends, not have anxiety attacks when I go out in public, survive a mutant super virus that has been ravishing the world for the past year, ya know the simple things.

I wish I could say I have alot of content for ya’ll, but I don’t. The typical Jano luck of photoshoots happening despite being talked about still ran true in 2020 as previous years. Actually I had planned on posting this issue when I did the photo and try to be con current with my life but obviously that didn’t happen.

Moral of the Story; If you hate the cotton field you shuck and jive and you get a chance to leave, leave that bitch if you can. ON KAMI. They don’t give a fuck about you or your life, and if you leave they will replace you like you never existed. Follow your dreams and take care of yourself.

It is the way.

This will probably be the most positive thing I say on this platform.

Maybe. Depends on how life goes.

At any rate thats all for now. I just woke up. Here’s hoping 2021 has way less fuckery than 2020, for the culture.

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