Life

So haven't had time to post in a while as you all heard Metal Man just had a new addition to his family. I have not had time to do much work due to life's many forks in the road. I am having to find a new career path due to unfortunate events, but hopefully something works out. See what i can do with a BA in education becides teaching cause that has fallen apart, maybe i can write children's books. I am in a real dark place right now emotionally, I'm hanging on a thread. So hopefully some good writing comes out of it or maybe I'll break out the charcoal and draw something for our Art out the vault.

MCP Update

Sorry , friends. We've been caught up in family life that we haven't had a chance to due much in the means of creativity. MGJ has been writing new stuffs but hasn't had the time to post some of it and I'm expecting a little one any day now so my family has taken much of my time. Once we're settled, we'll get back to you guys. Thanks for the support! Later.

Comic Strip Application

Hey there. We are looking for a respectable comic application. I know that G4 has suggested a few but because it was late night and I was half asleep, I have no idea what sites/applications they were. Because of this, I am asking for you help in determining a good comic creator. Let me know if you guys know of any goods ones that you may have used or have some sort of experience in. Greatly appreciate it friends. Later.

MCP Update

Hey there. Sorry for such a long hiatus. MGJ and I have had our time sucked away by life. lol We still have some projects lined up that have been on the back burner that will be seeing some light soon. We also are going to finish up on our Sleep series as well. As soon as more info comes to play, we'll let you guys know. Many thanks!

This Weeks Art out the Vault

Three Hands



This is a picture of my wife, myself, and my first born. Still haven't got around to making a new one to include my son.

Sleep: Night Four

By: M.G.J.


Ran out of paper, crap what will I use for my entry in my journal, so much I wanted to tell you today, guess I’ll just tell you now, write it on my skin with this X-acto knife. Ah feels so good, the sting, the warm blood running down my arm it’s almost soothing. So I lost my job today. Your asleep now so I can tell you, couldn’t bring myself to tell you earlier. Been there for fifteen years and this is how they repay my long hours and dedication. I always went in early to prepare. Always left late to make sure everything was ready for tomorrow. Think of all the long hours at home. All the long hours we spent together working on projects so that my delivery would be perfect, you were such a great help. I have shaped the lives of so many, influenced hundreds, reached out to more lives than any ordinary man, yet I am so unappreciated that I was let go. My students were my life, we’ve argued so many times about this, how I love them more than I love you. Its not that I love them more it’s just that…just that they need me.

I know you can hear me. I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m not the man you married, the man you remember. Things have just been so damn hard. I mean just look I can’t even do something as easy as falling asleep. My mind wonders like a child who’s mind has been polluted by hours of non stop television watching, constantly needing to see something in motion, like Jose, he can’t sit still can’t focus, now I know how he must feel. Poor boy, who will work as hard as I did to try and help him learn to focus? I wish I could sleep, forget this life. Start anew, in a world like no other, a utopia, or heaven perhaps. But no I’m stuck here in San Lucifer, job less, soon to be collecting an unemployment check, and I can’t even bring myself to tell you. I am just like him, I see it now. You always told me I worked so hard that I was nothing like him but just look, we are the same man. I hate this God Awful life, this place. Just take a whiff of that smell. Death fills the air, that’s the only smell I can compare it to; a rotten body, saved by a necrophiliac waiting to have his way with this defenseless body.

I can hear sirens, there coming close; they come to stop outside my apartment, not unusual here probably a drug bust, after all they’re as accessible as candy from a gumball machine here. And yes of course they are always followed by the sound of a copter over head, lights beaming into my room, and the walls shaking causing dust to fill my room, and my sneezing, yet you lay motionless. “Ahhhhh!!! Abraham! Help me! Please…” That voice is it already 3:33. Should I go outside? The cops must hear her. But they wont do anything to help her they never do anything to help anyone, damn crooked cops. I feel like it’s my duty to help her, like she’s one of my students. I put on my boxer briefs, and run outside, scurry through the pitch black in search of the keeper of that voice; her screams calling to me like the song of a Siren luring unsuspecting pirates to crash into the reef. Will she too lead me to my demise? Mmmmm. Cherries on my lip, and the smell of Channel in the air...

Sleep: Tomorrow

Okay so Sleep: Night Four is coming out tomorrow. So you might want to go back and read Night One through three to refesh your memory, I know it's been a while. Sorry been busy and had lil writer's block.