Sean K. vs. Comics

Thoughts on poor artists

When I was a teenager, I remember telling lots of people that I was going to be a cartoonist and having people say to me “you better be prepared to be poor.”  To this I usually responded with “I’m already poor, I got nothing to lose.”  Shockingly, 16 year-old Sean didn’t have all his shit together.  Turns out I have a lot to sacrifice, in fact more so than those who come from money.  I do what I do with the understanding that I can never afford to have a family, a car, a career, or a chronic illness.  There is no safety net, no health insurance, no trust-fund.  I can’t afford to start a career in the arts, they don’t pay enough for me to keep up with my loan payments, my job doesn’t offer health insurance, I can’t afford a vehicle I’m only getting older, so the chances of getting sick are always increasing.  God forbid I ever do get seriously sick, I’ll have to get a full-time retail job with some awful corporation in order to have access to health insurance.  I feel like my departure from comics is inevitable.  Sooner or later biology will kick in and I will want to start a family or might want to own property or once again, I might get sick.  any interruption in my life could derail my art career permanently.  So, to all of you who see my life as some romantic and magical “starving artist” existence, I say fuck you.  You don’t know the half of it.

Looking for reviewers to send my newest issue of Rust Belt to.  Any suggestions?