Yes, you read correctly: I am officially ending the short comic The Adventures of Prepface and Emo Boy.



I assure you this isn’t a joke. Yes, I do know that it was an enormously popular comic and that it was certainly hilarious. However, that will not stop my decision, and in fact, its popularity only makes me surer that I want to terminate it.

Yes, I am very much going to do so.

I began this comic on a whim in a very low and destuctive point in my life, a point from which I am still working with God to purge from my mind, and from which many bad memories, decisions, and journal pages spring. This comic is one of those things I’m going to get rid of. Why? Well, I have a few reasons:

The first is simple: It was wholly depressing.
Now, I know there is a difference between dark in nature and depressing altogether, and while it is true that the comic was a lot lighter than most emo comics, if it didn’t necessarily depress the audience, it most certainly depressed me.
In actuality, I couldn’t write it at all unless I was depressed, and writing them was worse than a venting attempt, because not only did it fail to fix my depressive pit, but it made depression worse, and my world a lot darker. Merely reading them begins to pull me down somewhat even now, and I’d rather not look at them at all, much less make more.
There’s no reason whatever to purposefully lure myself into a depression, and there’s no reason, I believe, to have entertainment already provided once I do stumble. I’m going through one of those phases that often happen to war veterans: a desire to remove anything dark or depressing from their lives.

The second reason is likewise simple: They ruined my drawing ability.
Ever since I began to write them in fall 2007, my skill with the pencil and motivation whatsoever for drawing anything worth doing so have plummeted. Before, whenever I did comics, I always progressed and got better, but one the other hand, those comics were always far more advanced than the chibi art. My dwelling in the simple, consistent figures that were a decline from my ability prevented me from developing or growing in art and brought me lower because of that. I haven’t been able to draw a decent picture of a human being from my mind’s eye since.

However, more important than anything, God doesn’t want this for me. Call me a religious nutcase if you will, but I truly believe this. There is nothing about the comic that is uplifting, encouraging, bright, or God-honoring at all; so therefore, how on earth is it going to fulfill any kind of joy, hope, peace, or love? It has no good reason to be, so I’m removing it. Why not? I belong to God. He gave me the gift of art and of drawing, and then I end up using it for this dark, depressing, violent, insulting, and even blasphemous story. I don’t intend for these drawings to become my legacy, and I certainly don’t want them brought before me as possible material for my condemnation.
I am removing them from my portfolio and mind, and God is removing them from me as far as the east is from the west.

Phillipians 4:8

and , the two of you asked for camios in the comic as gift sketches. Could I ask you both to request a different drawing instead? I need the practice anyway, to rebuild my art ability.

As for the rest of you, I pray you will see what I mean, or if not, at least understand my decision. I’m not sorry for it, and I will not be detered. Insult me if you like, leave me if you will, Phillipians 4:12-13.

I’ll be heading out for the trail tomorrow.
free hugs-
Jonathon, the Free Hug King