Mako's Message: ... so. Dave's Dad is named James... Fuck you Millar! Stop making me wrong! damnit... Fuck. Guess I'll jut be wrong then. No real point to going back and trying retcon his name.

Did love this line though, "Boss, check it out: Kick-Ass just tweeted that he beat the shit out of you last time and he's looking forward to doing it again." And(what I'm guessing is) the cover art for the next issue? Oh fuck yes! THAT is what I'm talking about! And gotta love the return of "Hit Girl's Diary"

Comic seems to really be moving now. Seems like this issue covered like...two days. But I gotta admit, I can't see The Motherfucker and his...what is it? "Toxic Mega Cunts"? Are gonna last long. I think they're gonna burn out pretty quick. Especially after mowing down ten cops(Have those guys never heard of cover fire?). And that there only seems to be like...six of them, counting Mother Russia and The Motherfucker. ...heh. Anybody else see that? Can't imagine Millar didn't do that on purpose.

Anyway, more proof that Millar and I are providing an ENTIRELY different product.

Speaking of which, I've rambled way too long. On with the show!


Okay, so, this all started with me finally calling Dillon

I admit it, I forgot about him. Probably would have forgotten about him all summer of I hadn't gone looking in my pack for a pen.

I spent a good five minutes looking at that scrap of paper wondering if I should call him. I didn't have any interest in him, really. I did say I'd call him though. Don't know why. And if I didn't I'd look like a bitch.

So, I called him.

And it was awkward.

I had nothing to talk to him about. I don't know him. What could I say to him? He had the same problem, I think, or maybe he was just shy, but at least he was interested in me. He asked me what I'd been doing with my summer.

Kicking ass as a costumed hero and trying to figure out how to seduce my best friend.

"Nothing much, ya know, the usual. How about you?"

So, he started telling me about how he was in photography camp, and how they went on these trips to the zoo, or parks, or conservatories which was a lot of fun, but that there were a couple of dicks (my word not his, but I think he wanted to use it) who where always riding his ass (again, I'm paraphrasing.)

And then he asked me what I was doing today.

And I mentioned that Angela and her family were going to the arts festival in central park and that Jessi and I had been invited to go along.

And turned out he was going there today too.

So he asked if we could meet up.

And I didn't know what to tell him. He just seemed so nice, and excited, and I'd called him and... I swear to god that when I tried to say no it felt like I was going to kick a puppy. I will put a meat cleaver through a drug dealers head with no problem. I will empty a gun into a mafioso without blinking. I will cut down their whores just to make a clean sweep of it.

But I won't kick a puppy.

So I told him, "I'll keep an eye out for you." And I meant it. Didn't mean I wasn't going to pretend I didn't see him and walk in opposite direction though.

Angela noticed I kept looking around and kept asking what I was looking for. I kept telling her nothing, but then Dillon spotted me first and came running over.

Angela immediately jumped to the wrong conclusion, saying, "Oh, so THIS is who you were looking for." and getting all "wink wink nudge nudge" on me.

Dillon seemed happy to hear that I was looking for him.

Angela and Jessi thought it was cute how excited he was.

Dillon walked beside me the entire time and they couldn't stop giggling about it.

I tried not to punch them in the face for it.

I got used to him being there, though. Eventually. I even bought him a funnel cake when we stopped at the food stands.

All in all though, it was fun. We saw lot's of cool paintings, prints, sketches, photos, and sculptures. There was great music, dancers, and performance art too. There was so much stuff I wanted to buy. Especially this awesome picture of me and Dave, well, Hit Girl and Kick-Ass, on a rooftop. I probably spent too much time talking to the artist though, but I really liked he.r work and it was fun. I even picked up some tips for my little boredom induced sketches.

And Dillon spent a a lot of time with one of photographers too, and Jessi had a hard time being pulled away from this tent full of artistic nudes (I wonder if I could talk Dave into posing for some photos...), but I think Angela was only really interested in the food. Took her almost ten minutes to decide which stands she wanted to get lunch from, and for once she actually ate more than me.

After we'd seen everything we all went and found some open grass and just laid out and started talking about everything. Angela really liked one of the dances we saw and started trying to do it herself. Jessi told her she was doing it wrong and got up to do it herself. Neither were doing it right. I sat there and laughed at them and told them they looked like a couple of fucking tools.

So Angela said, "Well then get up and show how it's done, bitch!"

Jessi laughed and said, "Yeah, come on! Let's see what the amazing Mindy can do!"

I failed at doing the dance a little less than they did.

But we had a fucking ball anyway.

Dillon was loving it, the little fucker. Must have taken about a hundred photos of us dancing alone. Not that he hadn't been taking pictures the entire time, but he was snapping them like his heart was going to stop if he did.

Angela and Jessi didn't mind though. They were loving it. Fucking camera whores. But at least it kept his lens off me for most of it.

We left not long after that, and he said he'd make sure we all got copies.

And that's when it happened.

Angela put an arm around me as we walked back to her parents car and said, "I gotta say Mindy, I'm jealous. Two years younger than me and you still got a boyfriend before me."

I couldn't even form a response. I think she made my brain crash. I finally managed to get out a "He's not my fucking boyfriend."

And Jessi said, "Aww, but you're so good together."

Angela added, "And he's so cute he's almost pretty."

And then Jessi said, "And sweet. I wish I could find a guy like that."

I told her, "You can fucking have him if you like him so much."

Angela sighed and leaned on me with one hand on her forehead and one on her heart, sighed all dramatic like and said, "Would if I could, but alas, his eyes and heart belong only to you."

Yes. Angela is nuts.

But obviously this is something I'm going to have to nip in the bud.