Comics & Personal Blog

It's a bird! It's a plane! No! It's a socially inept nerd with a heightened perception of himself!
I'm pretty far from a professional artist (as you may have already guessed) but I do enjoy the occasional doodle. Also, I've always had an unhealthy obsession with self-analyzation. Combining these traits, I occasionally write and illustrate homemade autobiographical comics that focus on certain special moments in the life of Nevets, Steven, and The Gutter Monkey (my own tripolar unholy trinity). The list of completed comics are in the chronological order in which they occurred in my life as opposed to the time periods in which they were actually drawn and written. The uncompleted, rough sketches, and one-page doodles that I've yet to fully flesh out, I'll put further down (assuming I get around to uploading them at all). Everything else on this page will simply be diary entries (for lack of a better word) that I couldn't fit into any other category here.

I don't know if there's any entertainment value in any of this or if it's nothing more than a therapeutic exercise for yours truly. But, eh, whatevz (kids still say that, right?). If nothing else, maybe entries here will at least be of a scientific value to any aspiring shrinks out there.

A more true to life depiction of the hero above

10 Albums From My Youth

The other day, on social media, I was tagged in a COVID-19 induced challenge which required me to list 10 albums that influenced me when I was growing up. Inexplicably, I decided to accept this challenge. Here's what I had to say.

This was one of my earliest homemade comics, back from when I nabbed my first graphics tablet and was eager to play with it. The idea spawned from normal (for me) thoughts I'd jotted down in my personal notebooks/diary. I placed those thoughts in a fictionalized version of my actual therapists office. If you notice, The Gutter Monkey logo on the cover is more updated than the one featured in the comic itself. It wasn't until recently that I bothered to draw a cover for it. The rest of the book is perhaps around a decade-or-so old and has been sitting lifelessly on an old thumb drive all these years.
The Prepubescent Explanation
The Prepubescent Explanation

Social anxiety can often result in odd behavior. In this short tale, I recount a small memory which hopefully acts as a somewhat clear example of how my childhood paranoia and fear of people could often lead me to do some pretty weird stuff. My original idea for this comics title was Urine, Loneliness, and the Movies. So, you know, like I said... weird.
Career Day

Another autobiographical comic I drew that depicts a traumatizing memory from my youth. This one gives further explanation of how my brain has been a broken mess ever since childhood.

The story takes place during what I assume is age 5 (give or take) when my kindergarten teacher, Mrs. Slone, decided to bring a video camera to school in order to film children in their natural habitat. The clear goal of this was to later sell this cherished footage to the parents of said children. We still have the tape around here somewhere, I believe. Sadly, I've yet to stumble across it while digging through our gargantuan collection of VHS tapes.
Birth: What's In A Name?

One of my earliest autobiographical comics, this the strange but true story of how I arrived at my name (my birth name). Granted, I was kind of young at the time this short tale takes place, but, from what I was told, it's basically accurate in terms of historical accuracy — as far as the basic gist of things go, at least (I'm too goofy and untalented to Ken Burns my past). So, yeah, I'm sure it was much less absurd in real-life. And, who knows, possibly even completely fabricated (I am having to depend on the word of old people after all). Either way, I'm going to go ahead and choose to trust my dear ol' mothers word for things and believe this is how events went down.

Uncompleted Car-Surfing Incident

Here's an oldie from my much younger and drunker years. I've yet to comic this, but I'll try to get around to it at some point.

It's one of my earliest experiences with being arrested. The drawing on the left was made about a day or so after I was released from the drunk tank. If you happened to be blessed with a keen enough eye, you may be able to put together where the trouble stemmed.
Uncompleted Robotrip Incident

I'd originally drawn this with pastels and a BIC ink pen after a hard, troublesome teenage night of boozing at a skating rink and the eventual shoplifting — and subsequent chugging — of a bottle of Robitussin in a Walmart restroom. As can be seen pictured in the photo, I instantly vomited and fell unconscious. I was later found by fellow drunken travelers and lugged out of the store in as discreet a manner as possible.