Monday, August 28, 2006

Issue 171-"Uh oh..."

Written, pencilled, inked by: Heath P. Lail

I just had a weird thought run through my head...I miss the Academic world. Odd, is it not that now that I have finished the world of tests, boring professors and large textbooks, that I want to go back? This has nothing to do with the fact that I am hopefully gonna get a full-time job soon--I'm not scared by that prospect. It's just that I miss being challenged intellectually. I can sit here and read book after book but without someone to hold an intelligent discussion about the material I'm reading, it's rather boring, to tell the truth. What does this mean? I don't know...it would be odd for even my fires to be re-lit so soon after feeling burnt completely out the last two years of school, but it hit me earlier tonight...wonder what God has in store for me? More later...

H

Saturday, August 26, 2006

Issue 170-"Used"

Written, pencilled, inked by: Heath P. Lail

I have been used, and I am just really angry right now. No more, I'm sick of being the one that always gives a damn about people, then I get used over and over. Well, no more I say. I'm sick and tired of being a damn pincushion that people think they can poke and prod at--to hell with caring about everyone anymore. I try and try and no one ever seems to care about me enough to come visit me or anything, so why bother? I think I'm gonna go cry and break stuff right now...

Thursday, August 24, 2006

Issue 169- "Love"

Written, pencilled, inked by: Heath P. Lail

I'm sure you've heard the saying "Better to have loved and lost than to have never loved at all". I think it is very true. Sure, I had my heart ripped out at the end of my last two relationships but I learned valuable experience through both experiences, and I'm a richer person for the pain and tears they cost. Perhaps a person must be broken into nothing before they can heal, rather than simply cracking a little at a time. But once they are at the bottom of the well, looking up--knowing that a light still shines to guide them up from the depths...that is when a person must choose to climb out to the light, or to simply hide deeper within the well of grief and pain. Relationships are inherently personal. Even though it takes two to have a relationship, whether it be a friendship or something more, each person has much to gain or lose through knowing the other person on a deep level. They can be hurt so deeply that the well grows ever-deeper, or they can find a love that is indescribably full and so rich that every day is truly a new adventure.

My point, to be short, is that we all must find the strength to climb out of the well. Because if we don't, what is the purpose of relationships at all? If we expect pain a nd hardship, will we not receive it everywhere we turn? Yet if we search for love and growth, it too can easily be found. If you are hurting tonight, then look inside yourself, and find that light, no matter how dim and crawl, limp, or dash towards it, that you may find comfort and love again.

H

 

Thursday, August 10, 2006

Issue 168- "Thoughts"

Written, pencilled, inked by : Heath P. Lail

I went to see World Trade Center today in theatres, and it has got me thinking again...it is only in times of great distress are we truly tested for who we are. If someone is a total ass, would he/she die acting as such or would he see his great error and attempt to save a child's life, knowing their own was forfeit by this action? Or would a man/woman who had saved hundreds of lives over the years (lifeguard, police officer) run as a scared coward away from such devastation, as the cries of the innocent thunder behind them? It is in these times where our humanity is tried, and the true heroes stand tall in order to protect the weak and those unwilling to rise.

As I watched the movie, I was moved by the selfless acts performed by the rescue teams in saving even one life. Though the movie was scripted and Nic Cage was never in true danger, real men and women lived out that situation almost five years ago...the important thing is that we never forget those who sacrificed all so that others might live. For if we forget our humanity, then there is no reason left for living. I've my secrets, as do we all, but I like to think of myself as a moral man, one who values life above all else. That is why I entered Psychology...I want to help those whom others would simply seek to destroy as monsters or lock away in the darkest corners to be forgotten by the passage of time for horrible acts that happened years earlier. Though I agree that if I had a teenage daughter and a known felon who was incarcerated because of raping young girls wanted to stay at my house because of a natural disaster threatening his life, I would weigh the situation heavily before making the decision with my entire family. My point is that we must believe that even the undesirables in life have a chance to be redeemed, and there life is inherently worth trying to save, else we threaten to toss humanity and morality out the window. Though you don't know the intentions of the guy in the car behind you, we must not judge people on appearances...Lord knows most of my dates have been possible because of my rapier wit and outgoing personality, not necessarily because I'm an Adonis. Most girls look for the Adonis, but an Adonis with no moral compass is no greater a man than some kid with acne all over who couldn't lift a bag of groceries. I also learned another thing...

If you love someone, then tell them. Everyday. If it is your mother, fine. Tell her. Your single Dad trying to make it through each day as much as you and your siblings are? Tell him. If it is a lover or even an enemy, tell them. Leave no one out...leave no regrets if you should die in the next five seconds.  I know it will be inevitable, but I honestly don't want to have anyone in my lifetime think "I wonder if he loved me" as they lower my cold carcass into the dirt. And I definitely don't want to look down and say "look at so n so....I never knew he/she cared so much about me. I should have reciprocated those feelings." As someone who relys on good people skills for my chosen profession, it would be a blight on my reputation (no matter how small a blight) if there was someone out there who left my life unsatisfied with my treatment of them if it were due to a failing on my part. I understand that some people simply can not be happy and no matter what I did they would not like me, but I must do my best. As must we all. In closing...

I love everyone who reads this....with all my heart and passion. If you ever need for anything at all, do not hesitate to call and I will help you as best I can. May you all have a great night. We will talk again soon.

HPL

 

 

Sunday, August 6, 2006

Issue 167- "The River Styx"

Written, pencilled and inked by: Heath P. Lail

I had a helluva time at the Styx concert last night...I enjoyed that concert more than anything I've done in quite a while. It was good to hang out with Samantha, and even though we were tired by the end of the night, it was worth the time, effort and gas. Thanks for inviting me, Sam. It felt good to get out and do something instead of sitting at home bored or lonely.

Well, time to go...gonna run with Mom up to Memphis, let her shop and me run by the comic store. Til next time...

HPL

 

 

Tuesday, August 1, 2006

Issue 166- "Funeral for a Friend"

Written, pencilled, inked by: Heath P. Lail

Rest in Piece, Vernon David Crook, Sr. (1942-2006)

We will all miss you...Godspeed, my friend and former co-worker.

 

HPL

 

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