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.