So I am just gonna go out on a limb here before anyone else and say the outbreak in The Walking Dead and Fear the Walking Dead are the result of Heisenberg’s blue meth. I know many people will assume I am crazy after reading that, but they wont think so after they read the rest of the article and see all the proof I have stacked up to validate said point. Keep in mind, this is all speculation so there is no need for me to warn you about spoilers. I just pay close attention to shows I like, and AMC has gone OUT OF THEIR WAY to let us know both shows take place within the same version of earth, during the same time period. Trust me, this shit is going to blow your mind.
It hit me the other day that REMlins who follow my site (and follow me here) are not fully aware of my love affair with art. My Dad was a successful freelance, commercial artist while I was growing up, and my brother went into graphic design, so art has been around me my whole life. Though I am not nearly as talented as my Pops or bro in that field, I would still like to think my work is at least somewhat unique. You will notice, the work lingers between three themes, mostly. Pop culture, death, and chaos. Why? Because those are three very palatable aspects of my own existence, and I believe the writing and art really help to exorcise those demons. You will also notice I don’t commit to one style. As much I would continuity, my brain wont allow it.
Anyway, here is some ‘art’ I created. If you enjoy or want any of it, hit me up. I don’t do reprints, I only sell originals, but that all depends on if any of you want any of this. Anyway, enjoy (and be gentle. I am not claiming to have mad skills or anything. Just want to share another aspect of who I am. Not pretending to be the best at anything. Well aware I am far from that, actually).
The world has gotten ugly. This is not me being all nihilist or anything. These are just simple facts. The world has gotten ugly. And it is hard to not be affected by that ugliness we see thrown in our faces every day. It eventually breaks the skin and starts bleeding inward. All the negativity in the world starts infecting us, and it can be hard to shake all that at the end of each day. It whittles away at our hope and faith and dreams. Makes it feel like the world has begun to digest itself.
But then you see a video like the one that surfaced last week of Dave Grohl calling a weeping fan to the stage so he can sing My Hero to and with him, and your faith gets restored in humanity for another week or so.
I remember watching this when it happened and thinking:
that is the best wrestling move I have ever seen. Damn Miguel, what that chick do to you?
Do you know what it’s like to bury a best friend? The feeling you get in your stomach when you see their casket lowered into the ground? I have a feeling 99% of the people reading this don’t. I do, and I can tell you, think of the worst feeling ever then think of the feeling you would get as you watched helplessly as that feeling got raped. THAT gives you an honest idea of what it feels like. Yeah, it’s bad. But can you imagine if you looked back on your own life and saw that you predicted that exact death in a music video you made, and even cast your boy (who would go on to die a few years later) to play himself dying? Can you fathom how that moment would feel? I can’t.
But Eminem can, because it happened to him.