So, I finally gave in. After months, nay, years of saying, "Zombie comics suck. You'll NEVER see me writing one," I've decided to... write one. But don't worry, huddled masses, the comedy will flow like... rainwater from a gutter spout? Is that what those things are called? Anyway, the comic will star my good buddy Ned as:

Ned: Zombie Fighter

So, Ned's in it, a few of my friends will make cameos as zombies, I've come up with sweet weapons that I'm sure no one has done before. Yeah, purty awesome.

As I'm writing this, my cat, Cleo, is sitting on the desk, staring at the wall. What could she possible be thinking about? How to best destroy me? Well, I have Drawing I today, and as much as I love to draw, I hate Drawing I. It's amazing how school can suck all the life and fun out of things.

Sincerely,

J. Driscoll