I'm a rocker. I rock out. By: Reverend   Aug 23-2005 Before I go any further, I need to call to attention exactly how badass my cartoon accomplice is. Just look at him, over to the left there. He's holding that guitar like he knows how to use it. He's clearly about to deal out some steaming hot licks, smash the guitar into the stage and then set it on fire. He has confidence, he has charisma, and his show will be sold out. It's sat heavy on my mind, how best to utilize this symbiotic relationship. I think my talents are best spent on hopping from pub to pub, drinking beer, making witty remarks, generally being awesome, maybe even getting up to no good. Meanwhile, Cartoon Reverend will be playing a gig. After he's brought the house down, my inky agent will hit the nightclubs and try his luck with the ladies. We will meet back at the end of the evening and meld into a single being, to best share our seperate successes. Cartoon Reverend will have an album go platinum, but develop a cocaine habit he will never be able to kick. In his mid-thirties, he will die of an overdose. People will say that he had it all, but threw it away over nothing. I will make a ton of money on Ebay by auctioning his first guitar, which sits next to me even now.