Wednesday, November 30, 2011

WELCOME TO MALLVILLE...AGAIN!

Some said it couldn't happen! Others said it wouldn't! But, like a famous wrestler once said "FINALLY...MALLVILE HAS COME BACK....TO INKBOT.NET! 


Okay, maybe Dwanyne "The Rock" Johnson didn't quite say that. But, i'm sure he would have had he been a fan of web comics. I also think he would've been excited to know that not only is Mallville coming back on Monday December 5th, 2011 (see what I did there), but it is also coming back with a brand new story line AND a brand new artist! 


That's right! This Monday not only is Gary Cohen pressing the reset button on his mallverse continuity, but he is also bringing in the uber talented Mike Shea to handle the art! 


SO, WHAT IS MALLVILLE AGAIN...
In case you had to develop a rare form of amnesia to cope with the loss of one of the funniest web comics of all time (yeah, I said it), Mallville is a hilarious super hero high school strip written by Gary Cohen. It is also the strip responsible for this year's incredibly epic Inkbot.net crossover CRISIS ON INFINITE INKBOTS!





So, if you're at work on Monday, and you find yourself with a case of the Mondays, make sure you check out the new and improved MALLVILLE RULES! 




p.s.
Pay no attention to the fact that the title banner is the same. ITS BRAND FREAKING NEW BABY...I swear :)

Saturday, November 19, 2011

A walk in the park (piece)

I know English today


I never liked soccer


I have many friends


Don't beat on my pillow


I now like to talk


I'm not scared, I'm smiling


I just like to walk


Don't beat on my pillow


My eyes will not shut


My mom can't stop crying


I told her we're playing


I'm not really dying


Those kids do not hate me


I play Call of Duty


I listen to Hip Hop


I shop at the mall


I'm always in love


So when fists were flying


I thought of that girl


Like somehow she watched


Like if I pulled through


We'd go to the movies


And she'd help me through


This hell for the different


This hell for the distant


the laughter


the violence


its just who they are


don't know why they hate me


we made it this far


it just can't escape me


I hate them
I love them
I just want to walk!


Why couldn't they let me


There's blood on my pillow

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Winter's footsteps (poem)

May that umbrella guide you safely
past the ruins of our day,
And may you never stop to question
why all good things turn to shit,
For we never were a good thing,
At best, we made each other laugh
with the notion that we worked,
How could something like that last,
How could something like that hold,
And yet, hold is all we did,
Hold on to what we never asked for,
Hold on to what we did as kids,
So may that umbrella guide you safely
past the corners of my thoughts,
where my anger sells to idiots
who cannot live without their fix.

Your children shouldn't play here (poem)

My lies rotate the stop signs
Her eyes ignite the street
My words are losing color
She needs to go to sleep


My thoughts dust off the pavement
Her hands rest near my feet
My silence whispers "Thank You"
She needs to go to sleep.

Friday, October 28, 2011

You Get So Alone Sometimes That It Just Makes Sense.

Okay, I don't really have much to say today.  Cleaning the apartment and working on comics.  If any of you read American Ambition, you're in for some of the funniest shit we've done yet.  If any of you were waiting for more chapter in K, hang tight, it's only getting better.

It's Friday, that means a new poem.  This one is a few years old, written before I moved out.

My Stupid Dog
“There are worse things than being alone,”
-CB


On the couch reading Bukowski
and pissed that I can’t emulate, imitate
or steal a style so simple, so honest.
Direct as a fist
shoved into a mouthful
of teeth.

My stupid dog plops his big head on my lap.

I never wanted a dog,

I want the poems
that smell like the sweat beating
off a reluctantly beating heart.

I want the heart
that burns clear through
the restrictive ribcage.

But I got a dog.
Well, my mother’s dog.

We got him so Dad would put down the
chops and wine and maybe
go for a walk now and then.
But the dumb dog doesn’t walk.
Quakes at the very mention
of leaving the house.
So Dad’s still out of shape
and Mom has a dog
and a derelict son—
two pieces of expensive
breathing furniture.  

He’s not big, but heavy
leans on me and waits.
He doesn’t really like me,
but I’m warm and I’ll do
until his mother gets home.

My eyes move in typewriter
motion across the lines trying
to burn them
somewhere in the soft
meat behind the pupils.

Dumb dog’s eyes are
almost human
and stare right through me.
Reminds me of the eyes resting
gracefully in the sockets
of the girls who laid under me
while they too were waiting
for other people.
But I was warm and I would do.

Dogs want to please
it’s what they do.
He knows I think he’s stupid
and doesn’t care
he wants me to like him
so badly.
I’m not sympathetic
but I know the feeling
of wanting to be liked.

He brings me his toys.
An offering of great importance
to him alone.
And I write
poems people have
as much a use for
as I do rubber bones.

But he’ll keep trying
because he wants to please
that’s what he does.
That’s what we do.
—So lost and so simple
and so very, very stupid.
Big brown-eyed stupid dog.

I never wrote to be praised
but I want those poems.
I want that heart.
I doubt Bukowski wanted
to be himself sometimes,
let alone have imitators.

For a good scratch behind the ears
I’d write a thousand poems,
out-drink Bukowski,
live on park benches
and die at 26.

Did you enjoy this?
I wrote it for you.
Just call me,
I’ll be
your
dog.


 




Thursday, October 27, 2011

New Title, Same Standard of Excellence

I'm proud to admit that we've gotten ourselves to a position where we have a legitimate pile of submissions to sort through after every convention. Unfortunately, more often than not, the piles consist of titles, that for various reasons, aren't a good fit for the site. Still, every so often we come across a gem, a title that's unlike anything we've ever seen or read. Well, I'm excited to say that on Wednesday, November 2nd, we will debut a title that is exactly that, a title so unique that we'd be crazy not to give it a platform. So, without further ado, here's the official description:

Makeshift cities exist on the outskirts of major metropolitan areas. The majority of these cities are inhabited and run by mysterious individuals who do not hesitate to use violence as a means for survival. Lambai is one of these cities.






We look forward to reading your feedback ;)

Wednesday, October 26, 2011

Keep Yourself Alive

"Next time the guy at the AT&T store asks you how your phone got damaged, just say "suicide attempt."  It may not get you a discount, but the look on the dude's face is priceless."

Sure we all got problems. As much as I'd love to wake up at five AM and start doing military-style push ups while blasting Christina Aguilera's "Fighter," more times than not, I hit the snooze button and play Gary Jules' version of "Mad World," and pull the covers over my head.
Why is it when we're at our lowest all we want is for one thing to go right or one person to appreciate us; then when we get that very thing we're more upset than before?  Don't believe me?  Ever felt low till someone cared about you then felt even worse when they wouldn't date you?  If the answer is no, you've never been to high school. 

There was a pretty profound quote in the not-so-profound Rodney Dangerfield movie, "Back to School."
In one scene his son says, "I was a lot happier when I was miserable" and while it's probably out of context, I could relate.  When no one read my stuff, I thought having someone draw my stories would be the greatest thing in the world.  Now it's work.  I have to make sure I send Clay quality scripts that are worthy of his time and effort.  After that I wanted fans, and I got a  few and after that I wanted...see the pattern?  Could it be that somehow this constant dissatisfaction is it's own motivation.  It took me years, but I learned that dispair and drive are two sides of the same coin.  You shouldn't be happy and complacent, you should enjoy your life but always strive to make that extra step.

My characters were always men of unshakable optimism.  Sydney Australia, though aware that he's not very good at his job as a leader, is a believer in his purpose.  As odd as it may sound from a story as goofy as American Ambition, he pulls the team through most situations with his blind devotion to duty.  Arsenne never gets down cause he's so totally lost in his own world that no situation is ever serious enough to warrant concern.  I intentionally write scripts so that Johnny Raiker takes a more vicious beating in every issue, and no matter the ass-whipping, he'll always get up.  I think that's why fans like him.  Kelvin is a man who respects only the laws of fact and truth, however, he also believes in the power of variables to shape those truths.  He's cocky, he's uncooperative, he's flat out ornery, but he believes in himself, and will stop at nothing to save you no matter how hard you kick and scream.

I met an ex-firefighter on the subway recently.  He told me about his experience on 9/11.  He talked about his friends being reduced to bodiless legs and unrecognizable heads fused to their helmets.  People he worked with, went to their birthdays, celebrated their kids' christenings.  After that, he just couldn't do it anymore.  He's was a jovial guy and he smiled when he told me, "I think about it every day."  If you ever wondered how a real man carries his pain, wonder no more. 

The only thing I thought to say was, "we owe you a lot." He told me I didn't, the second he signed his contract, he agreed to die for me.  Die for me?  This guy didn't even know me.  If you were to burn your own house down in some sloppy attempt at suicide, this dude would risk one of the most painful deaths imaginable to drag you out of your own mess.  One has to wonder much of their own life really belongs to them.  Do any of us have the right to off ourselves considering the lengths that strangers will go to help us?

Ever walk past a crack in the sidewalk or a roof and see all manner of weeds growing in there?  Life will spring up anywhere there is opportunity and cling tenaciously to its existence as long as there's a hole with some dirt and a few drops of rain.  I don't care what you're going through, if a weed can be that strong, so can you. 

In the words of Jerry Springer, take care of yourselves, and each other. 

Leaving you with a few words by William Blake:

Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know
Through the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.


Sunday, October 23, 2011

Everyone's my friend in New York City and everything looks beautiful when you're young and pretty.

"You have the personality of a bowl of potatoes...sit down."

First and foremost, sorry for the delay in the updates, New York Comic Con had me pretty booked all week and after that I had a complete apartment overhaul and ever try changing a refrigerator door without the proper tools?  Suffice to say I was busy.

Comic Con went well, very well, the titles that Clay and I work on sold out, to maintain an air of humility I'm going to say that that's because we were very prudent when it came to printing manageable numbers of comics. Clay made some excellent commissions and I attribute that to the excellent requests by the fans.  I mean, if you have an artist willing to draw quite literally anything for you, why only ask for a pic of you as a super hero when you can ask for a pic of an octopus fighting a unicorn?

Speaking of artists, the disgustingly talented Annie Wu and the equally impressive Miao Yun Kuang came to visit the table and it was great to see them both. Check out their sites, send them emails, buy their stuff.  They are a kind as they are talented and I consider a great honor to be considered their friend and..well, I'm not a visual artist, so I won't say "compatriot" but you get the idea.

That being said, despite my Strategic Communications education, I learn every time we go to one of these cons that I am no salesman.  I don't buy into the "I'm a writer, so I'm supposed to be eccentric" load of horse shit, but if I got along with people on the whole, I wouldn't have spent most of my high school career teaching myself how to write.  Unfortunately, as much as I love the people at the conventions, a lot of them aren't terribly comfortable just rolling up to a table and talking to creators...on the other side of that, I'm not comfortable convincing people to buy my stuff.  What conspires is a horrendously awkward Vaudevillian sketch that ends with me talking like a drug dealer, saying "relax, we're just talking" repeatedly. That's when Chris told me I had the personality of a bowl of potatoes...I don't know what that means, but he didn't high-five me afterward so I'm guessing it wasn't good.  Honestly, things would go a lot smoother if we were allowed to pass out shots. 

Lastly, A girl rolled up and wanted to know when we were going to make K into a comic.  I was elated to see someone reads it, I know that people don't really go to a webcomic site to read prose.  That being said, I worked hard on it and I apologize to anyone that was reading it before I stopped.  Good news is that I'm firing it up again, next update will be Monday, 11/07.


Monday, October 10, 2011

Finding the Right Dick

"You know why these kids have jobs?  Because they suck the right dick or bend over for the right dick."

Just one of the truth bombs dropped upon me by the balls-naked 56 year-old-man in the locker room of my local gym.  Well, it used to be my local gym until I moved.  Now it's my 20-minutes-on-the-2-train gym.  Like I didn't have a hard enough time finding motivation to get there.

Regardless, one of the interesting things about the crappy economy is that it allows strangers to get into conversations about how bad they have it with one another.  I don't pretend to be well traveled, so I don't know how it is in your hoods, but in New York City, people only speak to each other to ask for directions or money..sometimes sex,  but mostly money.


I forget what the context was but this dude and I start talking and while I'm speaking of my plight, (working a part time, freelancing, and scraping whatever I can from unemployment...impressed, ladies?) he strips down bare-assed and proceeds to simply hold the towel in his hand while talking to me.  Why wouldn't you wrap that around your waist, if for no other reason than to free up your hands?

Anyway, while looking up and to the left the whole time I did hear enough to understand the guy's situation. Three degrees, former writer for a local paper which tanked, and miffed about going on job interviews where kids old enough to be his "judge him."

And that's when he blew Confucius out of the water and told me that the reason people have jobs is because of their luck concerning fellatio and/or sodomy.  I see his point...I mean, I work (part time) at a place where nepotism and cronyism is so widely practiced and accepted that it's become a long-running joke.   One day one of my co-workers spun around in her chair and casually asked, "so who did you know to get this job?"  After I heard that I blacked out a little and came to with four people trying to pry my fingers from her neck.

I don't have that much pride..I don't mind people "judging me" in an interview, but I'm afraid I do have a rather over-active gag reflex.  So I'm thinking it'll be some time before I find the dick that's right for me.  In the meantime gotta keep working hard on the things and for the people that you care about.  Money's fun and it'll come eventually, but it's not all that important.  I like living in my studio, it's comfy and I only got one ass, which can only sit down in one room anyway.

We all do stuff we're not particularly proud of while we wait for the world to shine it's love down upon us.  Hell, check this out.  That's right, kiddos.  That's young Trent Reznor on keyboards for some new age horseshit on AM Cleveland.  The guy had to eat while writing Pretty Hate Machine so he took the job when it was offered.  Do I think he was taking dick working with Slam Bamboo (ironic name for a conversation about taking dick)?  No, he was working hard.  If it's good enough for 2 time Grammy and newly crowned Golden Globe winner Trent Reznor, you aren't above doing what you have to to get by.  PS..Reznor also worked as the janitor for the studio he used.

I saw an old interview with Leona Helmsley, for those of you who don't know her she was a raging twat that had enough money to buy the moon, prided herself on being a horrid employer, and went away for tax evasion, saying "only little people pay taxes."  Sure, maybe her dick never wanted for mouth or ass, but not one person on the planet stepped up to be her character witness during her trial.  When she told John Tesh that she had never been happy in a 1993 interview, I believed it.

Anyway, that's all I got for now.  Poems will be posted every Friday until I run out of them. Till next time, keep your head up and towel around your waist.

Sunday, October 9, 2011

How hard can it be?

"So, where are my poems?"


I don't think I've heard that phrase since my godawful creative writing classes in college.  You know, those classes where everyone's a little genius and you're obligated to peer review their writing while they politely ignore everything you say because they're amazed you can manage walk upright and shit indoors...let alone have the audacity to imply that the garbage they scribbled down in a drunken haze at 4AM doesn't quite stack up to Dylan Thomas.  Ah, Dylan Thomas.  Now there was a mofo that could drink and write.


Anyway,Chris, my boss at Inkbot (I call him "my boss" to make it sound like I have a legit job as a writer, just play along) suggested I contribute a little extra to the site by starting a blog.  I don't know how great of an idea that is, without a story to keep my thoughts penned in, I tend to spiral into a bunch of random thoughts and run-on sentences.  That and I don't want to come right out the box ranting and raving like a crazy person.  Seeing as how the audience at Inkbot have only heard my voice through the characters of Revolvers, American Ambition, and "K," I may need to ease them in to my less err...fantastical writing.


 So I'm sitting on a few poems that I wrote back before I started doing prose full time, so I figured I'd share them with the Inkbot audience...or the five or so of you that sticks around to read text without the art to spice it up.


One of the lessons my favorite poet taught me was to never explain what your poems are about...figured that'd be a bitch when it comes to writing a blog entry so I'll just rant and rave about unrelated stuff before I post them.


PS- I know that I'm using a standardized template, in the interest of full disclosure, I confess I know jack-fuck-all about making things look nice...I have an artist for that.






The Contra Waltz

My mother lets out a sympathetic sigh
Because she thinks I’m homesick
“No” I tell her.
“I’m home, sick.” 
As in, I have a fever
In the apartment I consider my home.

Even though I’ll never afford to keep it
Because I don’t make enough money
because no one will give me a decent job
because of any number of excuses.
I mean reasons.

And I’m missing the work I can’t afford to miss
and I feel like gravity is working over time
and there’s something heavy
and angry behind my eyes
and I can’t get out of bed
and I wish I hadn’t picked up the phone.

I drop the phone and it talks
about how you never get my calls.
How we all talked about it
and we think you’re depressed
again.

How your sister is worried.

If you’ve called the doctor yet.
No, the other doctor.

How you’d have more money
if you didn’t drink so much.

About why you haven’t called
the corporate recruiter back
for the hundredth time
if you left a message
if you’re sure.

About if you’re on the line.
Are you there?
Hello?

I wonder
if my temperature gets
high enough,
will l explode inside out
like a popcorn kernel?
Much to the chagrin
of New York City’s
forensic pathologists
and one of its landlords.

I could be reborn
as a fat chick’s naval ring
for never going to church.

Her pitiable shoe heel will snap
she’ll land gut first on the sidewalk.
I’ll roll down a vent
and live on the subway tracks

until an earthquake splits the ground
and I fall somewhere deep
and hot.

I’d be melted down
into a schizo’s molar filling
that picks up satellite transmissions
and keep them a secret between he and I.
He’ll get tired of having to find
new jobs and
trying new medications.

A nine millimeter slug will burst
from under his chin,
dislodge me,
force me up through
his tinfoil hat,
his ceiling
to the heavens.

Where that satellite lives
in cold isolation
keeping people connected
as it practices a frozen waltz
in an infinite ballroom

Until it gets lonely
and collides with something
and breaks apart
and enjoys the warm friction of the atmosphere
and lands somewhere tropical
and quiet
and enjoys retirement by the sea.
And picks up waves of salsa music
and misses the rhythmic spin of orbit
and wishes it had legs to learn
the contra waltz.

And that’s why I never got your calls
and I’m doing just swell, all things considered.
And thanks for asking.

Saturday, October 1, 2011

Brown lady with the gentle eyes

You're what I miss about this world
You are that which I thought I knew
Your curls make oceans of my hands
You're what escapes when nothing's true


Your soft expressions drive me mad
Your smile makes children of my heart
Your shadow fascinates the world
I need to know what's wrong with you

 

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

For a friend

Across from the puddle
Her lips weren't hers
She reached out to fall
She's muted with red


She snapped at uneasiness 
Her whispers made thorns
They cuts through her torso
They handcuffed her screams


But what of her opus
Would she die a smile
to know that her death
will piss off the pigeons

She mustn't face down
She's better with teeth
But not good with small talk
She's wrinkled with comfort


I want to believe
that she's good at laughing
But that means she's living
Her eyes disagree

Monday, August 29, 2011

These aren't my shoes (poem)

I'm coughing up blood.

Not much else to do.

These aren't my size.

I can't make them fit.

The world's on a string.

Its squeezes me whole. 

Its grip is so hard.

This used to be easy.

You lost my respect.

No reason to talk.

I don't like your walk.

You hear what you want.

I hate all this chatter.

I don't know your type.

Who are you my mother?

Its really a shame.

I'm wrongly accused.

You like to throw knives.

I've sold all my tears.

I needed them too.

I died for a thousand,

I came back for one.

I hated you more. 

I should have stayed dead.

I want to stay dead.

But you will not have it.

I take you for granted.

I'll try on the shoes.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Greetings from the future ;)

Hey Inkbots,


To say that it has been a long time since my last blog would be an understatement. So I'm just going to skip the formalities and say..."I'M BACK!"  


GRAPHICLY INVASION! 
As of this post we have over seven different titles available for download, and most of them are FREE. So, if you'd like to take your favorite story on the road with you, or you'd just like to view our comics on a totally kick ass digital viewer, check it out: http://graphicly.com/inkbot






NEW LOOK, SAME AWESOMENESS
If you happen to check us out by the end of September, DON'T BE ALARMED! The ridiculously awesome top of the line web site you are looking at is indeed Inkbot.net. We just got a much needed redesign ;)


Speaking of redesign, I hope you all had a chance to check out some of the new viewers we posted on titles such as Genesis, Revolvers, Womp, and Odessa. I also hope you checked out our art corner. We have lots of art available for your viewing pleasure.


WHAT YOU MISSED:
In case my hiatus put you off from visiting the site (because I'm that awesome), don't fret. I'm here to give you an awesome overview of what you missed, and more importantly what you should check out ;)


Tales of Elfric and Veldran


If you're a fan of tales of wizards and assassins, and lets face it who isn't, then you're in luck. Our third online novel "Elfric and Veldran" has three excellent chapters up...AND they are all pretty much self contained. So feel free to start at whichever chapter you'd like. Its like Lord of the Rings meets Twilight Zone (pretty clever huh)!


American Ambition


For that last few months our hilarious superhero saga, American Ambition, has been posting single strip funnies on a weekly basis. Well brace yourself, because not only is American Ambition now posting multiple pages a week, but they are also full sized pages! So, if you're a fan of the former American Ambition monthly, Best of the West, but you also like the instant laughs brought to you by the weeklies, well now you have the best of both worlds. So go...CHECK IT OUT :)


Odessa: An ugly little war


In my last blog I was plugging the debut of Odessa #6. Well, now not only is issue 6 up, but so is issue 7. And if that's not enough for you, the finale of this arc, dubbed "An ugly little war," will be posting in just a few weeks. SO GET TO READING ALREADY! The new civil war is heating up, and you don't want to be caught with your pants down (I have no clue what I mean by that). 


Allen Shrugged:


Are you a fan of Anthony Bourdain? Or do you just like to travel? Well then you'll absolutely LOVE Allen Shrugged. In his newest arc he takes us through Europe while recounting all the hilarious details of his adventurous honeymoon.


Mallville:


If you've been following mallville, or you checked out our wicked annual, then you probably asked yourself "How would this dysfunctional cast of super powered teens function in a normal school?" Well, now's your chance to find out! In the newest mallville arc, dubbed MAD DOG'S EXODUS (by me anyway), Mad Dog finds himself thrown out of school and in search of a new one (trust me, it's hilarious).


Genesis:


His world was destroyed. His family was killed. And now, he comes face to face with the culprits. Check out Genesis....seriously! 


Well, that is all for now. But I promise to post another blog by Monday. And I promise to include a funny story in it as well.


Cheers ;P

Wednesday, June 15, 2011

INKBOT INVADES THE 2011 PHILLY CON ...and many other things :)

Hey Inkbots,


I want to thank you all for celebrating our one year anniversary with us. Our first annual, "Crisis on Infinite Inkbots" was a huge success. But, with great success comes great responsibility. Fortunately we wrote the book on being responsible...yeah, I don't know what that means either. Anyway, what I'm trying to say is that thanks to you guys we no longer have to draw our comics on anyone's garage door, because we've now staked our place in the sand and built a site worthy of the world's attention.  






In case you missed it!
Two weeks ago we posted the sixth issue of Odessa titled "An Ugly Little War." A week ago we posted the newest update to Revolvers. Next week we're debuting a new online novel called "A Killers Tale." And every week we post updates to American Ambition, mallville, Womp, Allen Shrugged, and Genesis :)









The Beauty of Accessibility 
These past few months we have been trying to come up with ways to make our titles more accessible. I mean sure sitting in front of a screen all day is fun, but  there has to be another way to read web comics right? Well, as of today I am proud to announce that all of our weeklies have been converted to HTML format, which means that they can now be viewed on all of your digital devices. However, if an HTML viewer is just not your thing, then don't fret. The majority of our titles are also available for download through graphic.ly. Which means that not only can you view your favorite inkbot title on a viewer especially designed for digital reading, but you can also own it! http://graphicly.com/inkbot


INKBOT INVADES THE 2011 PHILLY CON THIS WEEKEND!
This weekend (June 17,18, and 19) we will be present at the 2011 Philly Con! And just to give a taste of what you can expect ....






No wait, don't be offended. Allow me to explain. If you recognize this strip, or you are oddly amused by it, then you will be happy to know that  the American Ambition team will be premiering their insanely funny new book "This is not porn!" That's right! This is not porn (I love typing it) is a collection of all of American Ambition's most memorable strips, including a few that have yet to be released (well....depending on when you read this). 


Of course there will be other titles available for purchase along with LOTS OF FREE STUFF! So, don't be shy. Stop by table 728 and say hello :)


Philly Con Location & Schedule
This year's Philly Con will be held at the Pennsylvania Convention Center on June 17,18, and 19. 
Below is a copy of our meet and greet schedule. 


Friday June 17th, 2011 (Table 728)
12- 5 pm:  Jan Velazquez & Christian Rubiano (Zomboy, Genesis, The Blue Bullet)

Saturday June 18th 2011 (Table 728)
10-1pm: Louie Chin & Christian Rubiano (Odessa, Womp)
1- 4 pm: Clay Graham & Gary Cohen (Revolvers, American Ambition, mallville)
4-7 pm:  Jan Velazquez & Brent Martone (Zomboy, Revolvers, American Ambition)  

Sunday June 18th 2011 (Table 728)
10-12pm: Louie Chin & Gary Cohen (Odessa, Womp, mallville)
12- 3pm: Brent Martone & Christian Rubiano (Revolvers, AA, Genesis, Odessa)
3-5pm: Clay Graham & Jan Velazquez (Revolvers, AA, Genesis, Zomboy)

We hope to see you there :)