I’m
so sorry for being so stupid. I definitely should never have talked
with Molly D. The language and optics look real dumb at best but I
promise my innocence. Especially out of context it looks terrible. It
was the height of Covid with no end in sight and I was alone through
most of it . I was just happy to have the internet to talk to people
with common interests. The way that I noticed her was when she would
like a bunch of my picture at once. I wasn’t trolling Instagram randomly
but I definitely shouldn’t have chatted with her when I found out how
young she was. Seeing someone younger representing r crumb and GG Allin
gave me hope for the next generations and made me curious. Curiosity
killed the cartoonist. There was no way I’d have a 17 yr old stay at my
place. Maybe not 18 even. I was forward projecting to some unknown
future where Covid lockdowns were finished and we could see people
again. And it wasn’t even with sex in mind but simply saying that
there’s a bed here to crash like the kindness that was given to me a
bunch of times when I was starting out. “Zine fair in town? Come crash”.
Ask Liana Finck or anyone else who’s come to visit. It doesn’t mean
sex. When I asked if she could keep a secret it was because I was
sharing some red room pages before announcing the book and was just
trying to sound cool. Tone is missing. When I said “naughty girl” it was
sarcastic after she told me some simple crime or infraction she
committed. The whole pile of my dms she collected to show is just awful
to look at. I’m sorry. I wasn’t trying to offer professional favors to
anybody or use my “position” (what a joke) to get into anyone’s pants.
We’re all in the art game so why not introduce new friends to old
friends? When I was bringing up any professional stuff to anybody it was
just common ground conversation.
Then
seeing these dms even further out of context on other news outlets and
media sites. Matt P at the Pgh city paper, you know what you did to skew
your narrative. Fuck you. But they surely gave themselves their own
plausible deniability by asking me for comments right as I’m trying not
to jump off a bridge or something.
Molly
Wright is a conundrum to me and her actions border criminal. He said/
she said never looks good but none of what she said happened and I can’t
believe she’d be so malicious and pile on like this. Now that I’m
officially checked out I think my family has a civil lawsuit and she
should be held accountable. She pushed this over the edge into “multiple
women” territory. It’s so corny. I absolutely never asked for a blowjob
in trade for anything ever. She successfully made me look stupid and
everybody accepted her word as fact. Citizens of the internet are
playing such dangerous games with people’s lives. I never had anyone
lined up for an open relationship with her. I never was interested in a
relationship with her. We had sex twice and she initiated both times.
The first time was a surprise. When we were done watching a movie or
just hanging out (I don’t exactly remember the circumstances 4 years
ago) she jumped on me and started kissing me, telling me how comfy I
made her feel. We quit hanging out during Covid lockdown but kept in
touch here and there and I thought things ended naturally. Thankfully
her post including the piece about me dissing Jim Rugg , super emotional
“fuck Ed Piskor” type language, and the Red Room sales stuff portray
she’s a petty woman scorned. Punitive and false. My house was burning
and she threw gasoline on it. There needs to be recourse for my loved
ones. I’m dead. I don’t have a reason to lie. Hold Molly Wright
accountable, please. Reputation destruction is her form of aggression
and there were very real consequences. My lawyer is Harris Miller. Is it
possible to subpoena all texts and dms I had with her?
Big
titty Taff? Yeah, I would draw you naked all day and never apologize
for wanting to. I like drawing tits and tattoos when I’m not drawing
comics.
I’m
a solitary guy and I’ve put every ounce of my time and life into my
work for around the past 20 years. I never felt satisfied with my skill
so I constantly worked really hard and tied it all to my identity and
self worth. Every waking moment was spent working and ideally I thought
it would be best to have all friends who share the same passion. It’s
why I offered to introduce them to my friends. It’s like my cherished
Japan trips introducing Koenji Shawn to Bryan Moss and Moss to Skeme and
Skeme to Danika. I was the only person who knew everybody on the trip
and by the end of it, we were all friends.
Social
media was how I met people. My greatest relationship began at the end
of Covid thanks to meeting on Instagram. A rocky but amazing 3 year
relationship with someone who taught me true love. That said, I’m so
glad we broke things off when we did so that she doesn’t get any slack.
She’s way better off. Hope you’re well, Clam. I never stopped loving
you. This all happened before I knew you.
Now
it’s all gone. Art show evaporated. Was about to sign a $75k deal for
Switchblade Shorties with Abrams, Cartoonist Kayfabe ends with Jimmy’s
“shocking revelations” statement (those words hurt). I have no friends
in this life any longer. I’m a disappointment to everybody who liked me.
I’m a pariah. News organizations at my door and hassling my elderly
parents. It’s too much. Putting our addresses on tv and the internet.
How could I ever go back to my small town where everyone knows me?
Some
good people reached out and tried to help me through this whole thing
but I’m just not strong enough. The instinctual part of my brain knows
that I’m no longer part of the tribe. I’m exiled and banished. I’m
giving into my instincts and fighting them at the same time. Self
preservation has lost out. From the sound in everybodies voice I think
we all knew this was the conclusion. Jim Rugg came to my house
unsolicited and gave me a hug and told me he loves me. If you know
Jimmy, you know how huge that is!
I’m
sorry to my family for making such a mess (no pun intended) and for
creating this hassle. I wasn’t trying to be a creep. I’m also sorry to
everyone who got this note and the baggage that may or may not come with
it depending on how well we knew each other.
I
knew I wasn’t going to be able to survive this. Comics is beyond a
profession to me. It’s everything. That might sounds sad and pathetic to
some, but this culture and medium gave me the greatest joy in life.
No
public statements would do. Nobody against me would be convinced. Maybe
this drastic move will convince a few? Maybe it will get a couple more
people to consider not joining online lynch mobs over gossip? Doubt it
will have much of a blip. I’m not doing this out of guilt though, once
again, it was super dumb chatting with Molly D. My intentions were never
nefarious with her or anybody. Im doing it out of intense shame. We’re
not built to have hundreds (maybe a few thousand?) people judging and/or
harassing us at once. A private and solitary mind can’t take it.
There
were so many out there waiting in the wings for something like this to
emerge. Daryl Ayo Braithwait called it a kill shot. You all got your
wish. You were waiting for something to blow out of proportion and it
got served to you on a silver platter. Ramon Villalobos, Cam Del
Rosario, JB Roe, Molly Wright, congratulations. You got your pound of
flesh. Evan Dorkin, I hope skeletons from your closet get revealed
someday. Alex DeCampi, may you continue to have zero success no matter
how hard you continuously leverage other people’s business from your
bully pulpit.
The
very next morning after Molly D posted the screencaps I put my last
will in testament together. Freewill.com. Great service in a pinch.
These are the papers I was trying to hide from you, Jimmy, when you came
by with soup. I actually found a nice lady and witnesses who notarized
it and made it official on a Sunday morning. How’s that for efficiency?
It’s sitting on my brown desk in the corner.
Mom,
Dad, Bob, JP, and Bri, I’m sorry. Mom, dad, get this will of mine
straight and move into a nice home that doesn’t have many stairs. Leave
whatever you don’t use the rest of your lives to my siblings. Daddy hit
me up this morning and wanted me to come home but it’s just too far
gone. It was great hearing your voice today also, mama.
The
shame will never go away. Please make good use of what I’ve built up
and take comfort for the rest of your years. This will give my life and
this tragedy of events some positive meaning.
These
are the files for Switchblade Shorties. Please download it and maybe a
book deal can be made for my heirs. Bob Mecoy was my agent and we were
supposed to sign a $75k contract with Abrams. Maybe in death, after I
explain myself, it will be something they won’t balk at. Then again, the
culture is sick enough that maybe a bidding war among publishers will
push the price up even higher. Bob, can you try to get my folks a sweet
deal? My family can use the money. Please download these files asap
while my Google drive exists but they are also on the portable hard
drive in my backpack that I had with me during my final act. Don’t let
the cops keep it forever. I brought my data with me so that it would be
easy to find.
(Redacted)
There’s
a black hardcover sketchbook full of autobiographical comics on my
brown desk, standing up, in the hutch next to drawing tablets, that I
intended to see print when I passed away. I didn’t put anything in my
will where that’s concerned but hopefully it can find a publisher and
get released. It was what we were gonna do with Fantagraphics under the
title “Mudfish”. I didn’t sign any paperwork on that with Fanta so Bob,
maybe you can help my parents there too?
I
realize that I didn’t make any notes in the will about my authored
books and intellectual properties. Jim Rugg, can you maybe help make
sure my people don’t get jacked by the publishers? I haven’t gotten my
HHFT omnibus royalties so my family should be getting a good check soon.
Can someone make sure to hold Fantagraphics accountable with my
royalties and perhaps an audit of their accounting books is in order
also, to see if I got all that was coming to me. Eric Reynolds gave me
no benefits of doubt and I don’t know if fanta’d be tricky about my
stuff in death. His suspicions of me make me suspicious of them. That’s
the thing that sucks about going through this. You don’t know who your
friends are.
Jimmy,
can you also post our unlisted videos and make our private streams to
Patreon live to the public. That’s the perception I wanna leave. A dude
having fun talking comics with his brother. Please keep cartoonist
Kayfabe up and monetized and share half the loot with my family each
year. Maybe schedule the vids each day as we did for years until our
roster is complete. Don’t dissolve the llc but split the take with my
heirs.
Oh
yeah, and I was avoiding the internet as much as possible, mostly
relying on some friends who relayed me info here and there. I was not
making/using burner sock puppet accounts to try to defend or attack.
Hopefully those accounts will still tweet a bit so that you guys believe
that, at least. Maybe someone can dig up ip addresses to confirm.
What
a week. I wouldn’t wish this shit on my worst enemy. Leave it to me to
get into trouble without ever leaving the house. I don’t have email
addresses for any of my family. Please get this message to them. My
phone is fully charged and it’s on so I’m sure it can be pinged and
tracked by first responders. I have a battery pack case so the phone
should be on for a few hours at the very least. My phone number:
412-915-4501, license plate: JFA8859
Im wearing a black hoodie. Maybe a black peacoat, black dickies, terrex continental boots.
Hey
mom and dad. Liz’s rent is $675 and she just paid up through April. Let
her move her man in with her if they take that step. Keep the house.
It’s not too shabby and will bring in a trickle of income each month.
Anastasia
James, please hook my parents up with that artwork from the show. I
didn’t watch the news reports but I guess you can get their address
right off the video. These represent some of my best pieces for hip hop
family tree and if I salvaged my name at all they will be worth good
loot on the market. Don’t sell the cover to volume 1 for anything less
than $25,000
Once
again, I’m guilty of being stupid. No doubt. But, that’s all. I never
thought in a million years that I’d take this step but I also never in a
million years thought that something so Orwellian would ever happen to
me. Ya never know in this life.
I
was murdered by Internet bullies. Massive amounts of them. Some of you
out there absolutely contributed to my death as you were entertaining
yourself with gossip. I wasn’t AI. I was a real human being. You chipped
little bits of my self esteem away all week until I was vaporized.
Maybe I’ll be able to haunt you dorks as a ghost. I come from Gypsy
heritage and I’m definitely cursing a lot of you.
This
is the calmest I’ve felt all week. It’s over for me. I’m sorry for the
hurt it’ll cause my family and closest buds. I hope it makes people
think twice when joining an internet feeding frenzy. There you have it.
Control freak ‘til the last. Peace out.
Ps. There’s $852 in my wallet,
cash, in case the Jake’s get sticky fingers and steal my shit
Eddie P
1982-2024
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