Commentary:
I'm so happy with the colors on Labauve's car I could just dance. XD I rushed panel 1 because it was the last thing I did inks and color-wise. I am ready to be done with this page - I'd like to spend time with my family, ya know? But needless to say, very pleased with this page. Now we see what happened to Juno to cause the bad luck chain of events she's rapped up in currently. Kentucky Fried mafia drugs will ruin anyone's day.
The page was a pseudo color collaboration with Jeremy "Sloo" Hamilton who also helped on the Book 1 cover, those who have the book. 
While I actually did the paint on the cars, I did swipe the windshield from the first panel of Page 170. What can I say? I'm ghetto like that- not to mention in a hurry.
<- shiny avatar.
He's actually started a new comic called Summon In Thunder which is unbelievably hot.
NEXT WEEK'S PAGE WILL BE A FILLER. My dad is coming into town and I haven't seen him since the holidays. I also have school stuff this weekend. The filler will be worth it though. Promise that. 
Come see it Tuesday-ish. The next page is pretty hardcore, as you can probably imagine.
Banter:
Ummm... I have a cactus in my bathroom... but we don't have very much to say to each other...
Now before I get into the reason for this post, I have to point out that anyone is capable of being rude, including myself.
So Blair and I went to the Grocery store on the 31st to pick up a few things that we needed since we’d been out of town, and since the stores would be closed the following day. Once we had made it to the check-out line, Blair decided to go out and wait in the truck as she wasn’t feeling all that great. While she was waiting for me, the lady who was parked in the vehicle next to us got back to her car, and opened her door and hit my truck… she hit it hard enough that it startled Blair, and left a mark on my door.
What happens next? Nothing, she looks at my door, then gets in her SUV, and sits there like nothing happened. Not even so much as an appology. Once Blair told me, I looked at my door and there was indeed a scuff, but when I looked at the lady, she just scowled at me and then proceeded to back out.
The only reason I didn’t say anything is that once I sized her up, I could tell she was more trouble than she was worth, and as there was no dent, I would just not waste my time. Now thats not to say that I didn’t think about putting up her licence plate number up for the whole world to see, and know that the driver of that vehicle is a major BITCH, but once again, I decided to rise above it. Oh well.