French Fried

French Fried. This was a common A series. I actually envisioned it for much more volumes. It could be like the Simpsons of my whole portfolio or something, but why did I stop it? Because my home life conditions were not good.


It's like when I was writing it, it was in the summer. A brief bubble of good in a time period of bad, of no understanding. Parents who are overbearing and unjustly have no status of boundaries. I didn't actually have video games growing up. I didn't have most of the things that many people, my peers, had. I didn't watch cable. We didn't have cable. It was a very, let's say, austere life compared to my contemporaries. I just don't understand the life that people live. Whenever I look upon them, I see them as undisciplined, because truly they never knew how to make their own fun.


It's basically not even that great. You only get a certain hour, a lot of time to watch TV each day. You only get a certain lot of time period to watch, to play a game, if you can play it at all. They're like great spirit fans at times. I wasn't even allowed to use a computer for years for a great deal of time, and how was I supposed to get anything and be connected to the world? I wasn't connected to the world for a very long time. Ultimately, a dude had to ask his mother to use her fucking laptop during the 2011 time period, and it's like, until it eventually comes down, oh yeah, the kids are getting old; you need to put a computer out in the living room where people can use it for school. What bullshit.


I tell you that it was not easy growing up in this, in that, in the house. When it is summer 2006 when I wrote French Fried the first time, I meant that I was afraid of being caught, of the move being ruined, the whole setting that I was setting up being ruined. Now, as an adult, I think back to that time period and think how silly my problems are, so much bigger, but yet if I never gotten past that, I wouldn't be who I am today. To even get past that, you must understand that a person must let go of the ideal that their parents care for them. A person long accepted they don't, and I will never change.


I feel as if you find yourself in a place where people try to write your own story and speak for you, when I have never given people to speak for me. Some may say, "Oh, this is unprofessional." Comics isn't a professional thing, by the way. That maybe should be my tag line. Comics is not professional. There's more meaning to that when I'm going to get into later on.


French Fries was supposed to be the biggest thing and just became something very mediocre because of my situation at home. Between Voyager Brothers and  French Fries, Voyager Brothers are basically like cousins. For a short period of time in 2012, I tried to bring back French Fries, but in the end, Voyager Brothers, but it didn't work out. I find that, literally, that time to us at 16 was a time to coast on the calmness of the time of my parents' bipolarness before things got bad. Ultimately, this is like either when I'm going into sixth grade or I have already been to sixth grade. I think it's when I'm going into sixth grade, by the way.


Yeah, pretty much that's what it was happening, and ultimately I was like, "You'll know when a good opportunity is gonna come like this again to write." Even there, there are so many different ideas that a person could have explored in the 2006 time period if they had only been granted a better situation. No but it was upon me to be fucked over and over again. It was like an event that was both traumatic but also of survival. You're going to find that basically everything I do is of survival. Nothing is actually fun; nothing is actually what it was supposed to be. Sometimes it's hard to gauge if the audience could even enjoy such a thing born of such circumstances. I say it's best to just go back to the most original idea of the 14 volumes instead of the six.


The torrents of my parents' aggression had not risen yet, but they soon would in that time period, because this is when I would go to the GT program. Things would just get very choppy, very fucked up. Ultimately, I met this girl who was like an inspiration to keep on going on, but yet even that light is snuffed from the world. Even that light was snuffed from the world a long time ago, and then actually so. It just makes you feel bad when you realize in hindsight that no one liked you and no one truly liked her. At the end of the day, you owe nobody anything: not your parents, not those people you went to school with, and ultimately, no oneThat time was hell, and so if I go back to that time period and find more ideas, I could create. It's like a hidden revival, a hidden renaissance that ultimately hits the back of the people that harm me the most.


Ultimately, I feel as if you need to know the meaning behind this work before I continue. I mean what I want. I'm gonna lay into this work; I'm going hard. I don't have limits. There is no term. There is nothing that could go wrong. There's no need to fear. It doesn't make sense when it will all make sense. . You can see that it has a unique art style. To me, it feels like it was plucked from an alternate dimension itself, yet it is still my idea. More like it was supposed to be designed like an adult cartoon, but that's all I could do with it at the time. I wouldn't even design in today's version of an adult cartoon, by the way.


One time, I was making this, and the e-surance woman was a popular thing. She had this 2007 Super Bowl commercial that people forget about because the company deleted her because people couldn't stop making NSFW artwork about her. I always wondered about that thing, if they could just make a TV show about it or not, but they never did. At the end of the day, I come to you to say that ultimately I, the dude, yes, that's me, literally could not find it in myself to continue to work past a certain time period. When I was like in 2015, I'm not doing any comedies. I just didn't want to relive that shit. I just want to have a happier future and not have to confront that thing and other things.


You don't even know what a Buff is at this point, but it's like, what is Buff simply? That was like the most popular work I ever created, by my peers alone. They liked that work in 2005. That's the work I was known for in the fifth grade and sixth. Buff. It features a black main character and is just comedy, and they go on magical adventures. It's like the young roke or something; it's like a younger version of Black Magic you can say for preschoolers or something, not really preschoolers, younger audiences, but Black magic came after that work, you You know, but that, the work, I don't know how to do it. I don't know how to make anything of it yet. I'm just waiting so I can get like a team in college or some bullshit so I can make the thing, but that never happens. The work never happens. When I was like in 2015, I'm basically like I don't want to do comedies anymore. In the early days, in fall 2013, they were drafted. I used Buff and all the comedies in some sort of form or fashion, but yet at the end of the day it just didn't work out for them to continue. It's like all the rituals of society, going to school and going to college, never panned out in any great spectacular format to actually do anything for you. By the end of the day, the only things that you have developed through that time period, the life that you want to actually live, that's the only thing that shines through when they show little of the life that you actually want to live. That you have nothing. You have nothing but this survival and grit.


You don't feel like writing comedy or anything like that. It also just feels boring in a way. I basically stopped producing comedies, by the way.  I find myself realizing I must create this work. I couldn't even touch the work, cause it was made in a book that was originally used by my second oldest sister, and ultimately it was just falling apart. Most of the book is just drawings for other works, but yet as hell drew over the 20 years without it completely falling out, which is itself amazing, because I hardly touched it. Ultimately, for myself, realizing the significance of what I must do and why it must be done, because there's nobody in the world who has the answers to anything but me.


Going to college, I realized what I was doing in my room was very much more important than being in that place, being interrupted by this bum who had never suffered in his fucked life. I gotta say, I have some choice words to say about that roommate. I don't care if he hears, but this dude is a spoiled little bitch. He literally had all the video games; he got all the entertainment; he could watch as much as he wanted. A little spoiled little prim stack of gold. He can do all he wants on there. He can shag the girls. He could be the pro; he could basically do all this shit that I could never do.


At the end of the day, I realized it would be better to go back to the house than to stay in that fucking place with people similar or akin to him and have to suffer the insincerity of that shit. I realize that some people truly are pampered and they just don't know how pampered they yet are. I just think about the comparison to me and this dude, and that we're both black people but, honestly, we are not the same. Not the same. Not the same anything. I'll be like, "This is what my parents would be like, 'Oh, he's like a white person or something.' I feel like that's what they would say in their own little sippid words.


Then you get to the football player, and he is even more privileged, even more privilege. His parents think he is going to make him big; they are buying him all this shit. They are giving him the attention of a king, giving him a big ego so that he treats me with such indifference. By the end of the day, I just didn't want to be in that place any longer. Now follows people who work at a fast food restaurant and they go on misadventures and stuff of that nature. I try. I look at the original ending, which has them both becoming chefs or some bullshit, but at the end of the day I just get stuck watching those stupid chef competitions, and I just feel like that's like the worst career path you could be stuck in. It's like the worst career path you want to be stuck in. I used to want to be a chef while I was a toddler or something like that, but then I realized that was too boring to be cooking all day long for other people; you're basically not even using all the skills you actually have to do something that is menial. Now some people may find that okay, but when I was writing that ending, I was hearkening back to that flaunting side of me to be a chef .I was thinking about what they would be doing in Cosmica in 2015, and now I realize that they can't do anything because they don't have super abilities. It's just best to ignore them unless you want to make this story a horror story or something very much stupid, or something where the characters are basically only saved by plot devices. I'm like, I can't do that. I can't do that. That doesn't make any sense to put preschool buff and these dudes, these teenage dudes who have no abilities whatsoever, in this fucking work. In this work. I couldn't do that unless I wanted to make the story a horror story with them getting wiped out, because that's the only thing that would happen to them logically in this story. 

The first work I actually did in the method of what I recently attained was Swanson Rebellion, another comedy. Probably the last comedy that there ever would be. Aside from the fact that they actually do have superpowers, but it's not really the biggest element of the story. I'm saying that's like the mask. That's the last show, that's the last idea for a TV show that I had that even has comedy in it as its main focus. It's like the rarest of the rare to actually have a comedy show, you know?


I hinted at it over the years on NPM As Honor through AMD, but it never worked out for me to continue that. I just had to keep moving to get better. Eventually I did, and you know what conclusions I came to through that whole process? I really wanted to complete this idea, and so this is likely the first work that I will do. 

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