Dear Janolytes,

I am currently typing this exhausted from the field and from errands post field. Again I say waking up after the sun for the field is a privilege.

I’m legit too tired to segue this into the current social climate of this world.

Maybe next time.

SMH, at least I can type this with Ta-ku playing in the background. The spirit of 2016 still lives within in me. There is joy in being unemployed, playing video games, chilling with your friends and working on your craft.

YESS LAAAAWD* Anderson Paak voice.

Anyway, this actually a simple issue. No brain storming of a concept, no arduous model search, no fuckery and the rare event of me getting paid for my skills.

Heavy YEET to that deposit….that hasn’t happened since spring 2022…..

Anyway Flashback to 2022 I was at Cotton field 11 super slaves season ended and I would joke with my fellow slave when we weren’t making sure the cotton  was getting sent out.

Simple times in the field indeed.

 

At some point maybe around her bday in February, we talked about doing a shoot for her birthday but then sickness engulfed her body. Eventually we just agreed to do it when it got warm, which worked out because as I sit here trying to recall that time frame alot was happening in life.

*insert flashbacks of coloring my book, prepping to vendor for shows, and planning how to do shoot.

May arrived and I went location scouting, because that is what you do when you need to  figure out where you are going to shoot someone. I got my steps as I gathered visual intel. I sent her my usual visual grid of where I think would be a good location. She saw it  and was down.

I told you this is a simple issue.

 

We agreered that I would pick her up that Saturday  and go to the location. Slave Nigga oppression heat was beginning to saturate the Earth on this Saturday afternoon. After she got ready we headed to NODA and Bip Boom Bam we did the photography thing. It was fun. We joked around  and that was all folks.

That is legit the whole story. No plot twist, no schedule conflicts because of life, nothing. This is as rare as unicorn eating Cheetos on fresh snow.

Anyway to see my fellow slave bro who escaped the trenches of cotton field 11 way before it shut down, click here.

This issue feels lacking in sarcasm and depth. Maybe because of recent weeks. I had to  get ready  to sell my wares for the first time in 3 years at Charlotte Asian Film Festival.

One of home girls who helped me with a project passed away.

Then 2 weeks later I was at The Urban Fantasy Ball, which was arduous since I had to find out I had to buy a whole new 4ft table since 6ft weren’t gonna fit. Shout to return policies and QR code menus I made.

Today I did an Issue 3 book drop at 2 local indie bookstores. Joy is when you don’t have to jump through hoops to get you comic series in stores near you.

Yea I’m tired.

I think I’m gonna play video games for once and veg out.

Until next time Janolytes.

Moral of the story……fuck this adult shit.