DirtBoy #2 and BugGirl #2 are out!

I should have posted this a couple of weeks ago, but I have been crazy lately.
So go check your comicbook store. I will soon have them up on the moronik store if you can't find them at your local store.

The Saint of Liberty - Part 5

As Mr. Jenson reached the bank he tried to maintain his anger. Mr. Jenson knew that Steven was just like his father. Jack Spazcosi’s laziness had ruined his last chance to say goodbye to his mother. Steven Spazcosi’s laziness had ruined his wonderful meeting with Lilly Watson. Mr. Jenson did find solace in the stark contrast between the two children; Lilly Watson and Steven Spazcosi. One was well groomed, well spoken and did nothing but good for the town of Liberty. The other wore ratty clothes, didn’t have the common courtesy to say excuse me and in Mr. Jenson’s mind had never done anything for anyone but himself. Mr. Jenson had heard the old adage ‘Don’t judge a book by the cover’, way too many times, but this was a typical example of how untrue that axiom was. Mr. Jenson straightened his tie and tried his hardest to supplant the thoughts of the Spazcosi’s with the remembrance of lovely Lilly Watson. It wasn’t working but he pretended that it was. He put on a huge fake smile and walked though the bank’s front door.

Lilly Watson would always treat herself to a sweet on the bus ride to Jefferson City. Depending on her mood she would either get an ice cream at Mr. Sugars or a bear claw pastry at ABC bakery. Lilly for the most part would alternate every week between the two. Once in a blue moon during the summer Lilly would get fresh strawberries at the simple plywood fruit stand that the Johnson’s had build on the empty lot where the voluntary fire station had burned down. When Mr. Sugars saw that Lilly was coming to his shop he was very ecstatic. This was two weeks in a row. Mr. Sugars felt a little bad that he wasn’t able to say proper goodbye to Mr. Jenson but he really wanted to make sure that he had Lilly’s ice cream ready so that she didn’t miss the bus.
As he finished putting the chocolate sprinkles onto the two scoops of chocolate chip ice cream, he looked up to see Lilly bump on into the store. Mr. Sugars wondered once again how this little girl could see where she was going though with the precariously stacked boxes in her arms. Mr. Sugars suddenly realized that Lilly was heading straight for an unexpected Ms. Bates. Ms. Bates always came into the store after her lunch to grab butterscotch candy. Mr. Sugars was a married man but he often thought if he wasn’t, Ms. Bates would be the type of woman that he would court. Ms. Bates was a little overweight, but Mr. Sugars really didn’t care. She was smart, fun loving, independent and she loved his candy. These were important qualities in a woman, but what made Ms. Bates even more special was that she was an artist. The made wonderful thinks out of glass, everything from vases to bowls to glass figurines.
Mr. Sugars loved his wife. He would never leave her for another woman, divorce just wasn’t done in Liberty, but sometimes his mind would wander. He would think about how his life might have been different if he would have never got caught up in the tornado that was his wife. Janet’s family for the most part owned the whole town. Jonah Philips, Janet’s great grand father, was co-founder of the Liberty. He and Thomas Johnson Sr. had established Liberty as a supply town over 100 years ago. The Philips had always carried an air of superiority, even when Janet and Mr. Sugars were kids; she acted as if she owned the town. A fact that was indirectly true. Back then Janet never gave a second look at the young Mr. Sugars. He was the son of the local miller and she had been in love with Benjamin Packard. Big Dumb Ben as Mr. Sugars use to call him in school was everything that a school girl could want. He was popular, athletic and good looking. Mr. Sugars remembered being the brunt of many of Ben’s Jokes and pranks though out school, that was until he went missing.

Saint of Liberty - Part 4

Part Four of Saint of Liberty.

Even though it was a quarter past seven at night Mr. Jenson had called Jack. His car had to be serviced before his trip. Jack, who was in the middle of dinner, asked if he could call him back after dinner. Mr. Jenson told him that the situation could not wait and told him of the dire shape that his mother was in and the urgency at which he needed his car serviced. Jack informed Mr. Jenson that it would be impossible for him to work on the car due to the fact that the air filter had yet to be delivered and that he wasn’t expecting it to arrive until late tomorrow. Mr. Jenson was mortified to hear Jack suggest that he not worry about the service and just drive up anyway. Mr. Jenson knew that Jack had the parts and was just being lazy. He demanded that Jack work on the car tonight. Jack once again reiterated that without the parts there would be no reason to service the car. He told Mr. Jenson that he would be willing to move around his schedule so that he could work on Mr. Jenson car as soon as the parts came in tomorrow. Mr. Jensen knowing that his mother surely had little time left on this planet began to panic. Unable to talk, he slammed the phone receiver into the cradle smashing the delicate French eighteenth century side table that the phone was on.
He sat on the floor for over an hour not knowing what to do. His wife pleaded with him to just get in the car where she had already buckled up the children. He just sat there with his hands in his face, perplexed. All he could repeat was ‘what if the car breaks down? What if the car breaks down?’ The phone, now having found a new home on the floor of the hallway rang with a call from Mr. Jenson’s sister Helen. Helen wanted to make sure that the Jenson’s were on their way. Mother’s condition was getting worse. Mr. Jenson hearing the news grabbed the keys and ran to the car where his children had been waiting for the last hour. Susan Ann the youngest of the three Jenson children was already fast asleep and was excused from hearing her father repeat for two hours ‘What if the car breaks down?’.
Mr. Jenson’s babbling was finally put to an end by the huge bang that came from the front right tire. Mr. Jenson, going well over the speed limit, snapped out of his paranoid trance just in time to manhandle the car that was now being pulled off the road. He avoid smashing into the old pine tree that was the cars original target, but he was unable to stop the car from going though a very fine white horse fence. It took Mr. Jenson a good hour to change the tire and find and pay the owner of the fence for the damage his car had done. When he and the family were back on the road Mr. Jenson’s wife started to list a litany of things that could have popped their tire. Mr. Jenson knew that this was a waste of his wife’s time and energy. He knew why the tire had blown. It was obvious. The tire blew because the car wasn’t serviced. Mr. Jenson had read in popular mechanics that not only did lack of air pressure in a tire cause a car to get bad gas mileage but also forced the tire to wear faster. He started to debate if Jack had checked his tire pressure at the last service. It was perfectly clear to him that Jack Spazcosi’ laziness was the reason that his tire had blown almost killing his family and stealing the little precious moments that he had left to see his mother alive.
Mr. Jenson pulled up to his mother’s house, jumped out of his car and ran to the front door. As he reached the door he was greeted by his sister, who was in tears. Mr. Jenson fell to his knees as his sister Helen told him that his mother had died not five minute prior.