After the release of issue #1, Blake and I found ourselves, unexpectedly, buried in a sea of disposable cash (this is Clay narrating, by the way, because Blake is a fucking illiterate retard who can't type). A major comic book publisher, which we can't name for fear of litigation, gave us a sizable advance. This publisher was so impressed with issue one that they presented us with a contract.
They also gave us a significant cash advance. This is where they seriously fucked up.
All these black-suit-wearing marketing graduates made the absurd assumption that our exploits were in jest. No two people could invest this much time and effort into BRAGGING about actions so deviant and repellant! Surely, this is all the fictional hyperbole of two creative minds!
Fucking wrong! The ink was hardly dry on our check before we went to an all-night liquor store to cash it. What followed was a blinding two year swath of narcotics, alcohol and prostitutes. When our meager cash reserves ran dry and the fog of intoxication lifted, the comic book studio was demanding a progress report on the comic(s).
We hadn't put pencil to paper once nearly two years. Haw! Fuck "Tha Man"!
Long story short, after a particularly embarrassing news report concerning our implication in a ring of transvestite, devil worshipping cocaine distributors, the publisher wanted no association with us. They negated our contract, leaving us as free agents again.
So, here we are, independent and blissfully free of corporate control.
Buy Issue #2, you unappreciative pricks. Buy another copy of Issue #1, while you're at it. We have mounting court fees and we're both horribly dope sick.
Until next time, Addicts!
- Blake and Clay Hatrison
Greetings, Addicts! Clay and Blake Hatrison here for a very long-overdue update to the rock 'n roll, sequential art experience you've come to know and despise as The H-Boyz! The digital wave forms of the internet have been calm for far too long. We're here to bring a typhoid of death rock chaos. You've all been desperate for a sweet fix of the wretched, booze soaked bedlam that you crave.
Well, it's finally here! After failed visits to rehab, several near fatal overdoses, lapses of sanity and narcotic binges that threatened to upset the Mexican economy, it's finally here!
Issue Number 2 of the H-Boyz, Fuckers!
Feast your bloodshot eyes on the glorious cover, Addicts.