I saw Stooie's journal, and I told myself: Fuck, She's talking about an uncle of hers, right? She has to be.
When I let myself understand the odds were against that scenario, I was like: Okay, I'm ready for this. I cried for two days when we found out he was terminal. I've accepted it by now, right?
Nope. Still crying. Fuck me.
I think the last thing he said to me was a compliment on a silly little easteregg in a Freaky Nick page. Bastard always had to make my day, didn't he?
I talked to him nearly everyday for two years. When his condition got worse, I sent him an onslaught of messages begging him to send me anything he didn't want to be lost. He sent me a Chitso Samake manuscript he wanted me to finish, and when I do, I'll post it here.
If you're wondering Sigment, he also put me in charge of Freaky Nick. I'll send you some information in a bit, I don't know if Stooie will still be up to helping, but today I don't have the energy for it.
That impossible Freak of nature came up with Freaky Nick during a morphine high after a treatment. I climbed on top of it and we bombarded eachother with late-night plot twist ideas for a good two weeks.
I would have a few day intervals between internet access, and in the meantime I'd stress myself out to no end with little plot ideas and how we would design something or work something out. Once I got online and saw his reply to me, he was nearly always like "Oh, I got that decided already, it'll be [INSERT AWESOME HERE]" "You can decide, it'll be however you want." or "It doesn't have to be too complicated. Just whatever works." The fucker mellowed me out in seconds with a single paragraph. How selfish of me to think I could have something like that forever.
I promised him a Get Well picture, and it wasn't finished in time. Though I'm not concerned about that. I know he'll see it from wherever he is. This isn't a worthy world to be in if he couldn't.
He's still spinning amazing stories where he is. And when I see him again someday, he'll give little nit-picky critiques on how I went along with Freaky Nick. And make fun of the silly background cameos of Mizuka and Zyuu in any comics I make.
Goodbye Freak. I loved the fuck out of you. The world just lost a magnificent light it really could have used.