Tunnel Rats

I owe my Brother Ryan more than I owe anybody else on the planet. And I don't mean in a monetary sense (in a monetary sense, the only people I owe are my parents and the Bank that's got the loan on my house...). If you've ever seen TORC Press at a Comic Con (and chances are better than average that if you're reading this blog, you probably have), then you've probably met my Bro. He's the big red headed, Viking looking guy who probably was the one who flagged you over to our booth in the first place. Bro has gone with me to every show, helped me set up, and worked his ass off selling TORC Press comics and merch to the Convention going audience. He's never complained or given me crap about any of it, either. Hell, he works so hard selling my books, that alot of people think he's the one who makes the comics. (Actually, Bro's not a bad writer. Unfortunately, the only thing he can draw is funny looking cars that have a bunch of guns on them) And that's not all. Bro's been my best friend throughout my life, through thick and thin, and he also was there throughout the NINE MONTHS it took to renovate my house.

Now, I give you this long winded character assessment of my Brother in order to make you, the reading audience (all two or three of you), fully understand why I, Joseph Morris, the world's most uncoordinated moron, have spent the last two days crawling around under my Brother's house. Cause that's how much I owe Bro, that I would crawl underneath the dude's house and try to aid him in reinforcing the floors in his newly acquired house. I gotta admit, this is easily some of the worst crap I've ever experienced ever. And most of my life has been a prettty miserable experience in its own right, so that covers a lot of ground.

Anyway, long story short, a lot of my plans have been kinda derailed here lately. The house isn't decorated for Halloween. I have no idea what night Trick or Treat night is, and I'm not prepared for it anyway. Production on "SDF: Foul Business" has ground to a halt, which means it may end up being iffy as to whether or not I get this issue done before the end of the year. Hell, I still haven't read any of the comics I got at Nashville, or watched any of the low budget flicks I picked up.

But it's no biggie. Cause I owe Bro. Big time.