I grew up on cartoons. In a way, they were my greatest exposure to the outside world... my father meant well, but he kept me from the rest of the world. Out of fear. Out of pain. He served the entire world... Offered it his entire body. And the world broke him. Chipped him down to its core.

A cartoon is the opposite of that. It's not real, is it ? Films have all the potential to go wrong. Look at DiCaprio. He's still alive in this veil.

Often, when the world around me seemed so scary, I'd turn to these little moving drawings. Where everything is supposed to go a certain way.. And they made me feeel safe, when nothing else would.

There aren't many cartoons in this world. It is colorless. And dull.

I'm making this cartoon because I need to see some bright colors. I need to see my friends.

Maybe not how i show it, i've been told i'm quite the exaggerator. But the important parts did. The parts that matter to me and to you... I wonder what our other adventures would have been.