The “Emitter Storm” begins. This will be a lot of fun. Since the hatch is broken, looks like we are doing the “other” thing.
Today is my dad’s 80th Birthday! He was a captain pilot for 44 years, and a bad-ass dad for all of it. Without his encouragement, support and sacrifice, none of this would be here. He’s the who kicked me in the butt, and sent me to America to study art.
You see, having talent is one thing, having a dedication is another. They can’t teach you talent at an art school, but they will teach you discipline, and dedication. If the school is good, anyway. If it’s bad, they’ll just get you a job – so you work on some one else’s art, someone else’s dreams. I liked both the schools that I went to. The only reason I had the opportunity, is because my dad believed in me, and my mom won the lottery. That’s another story.
You see, my dad crash landed airplanes to safety, almost started the Cyprus War early, dealt with drug smugglers, got kidnapped by terrorists. After a crazy long life like that, (which – I will definitely make a comic of someday) He says his greatest achievement is us:
That’s my dad, Turhan, My mom, Inci, and me, Cihan.
Here’s a video of this week’s page and Frank’s crazy birthday party singing madness: