About Me

Jerale initially approached me about being interviewed as to why I do what I do.  He instead opted to let me write his article this week and explain things myself. 

Superman, or the Punisher?  That’s the question.  Would you rather be the hero, or the anti-hero.  I would assume that most would say the anti-hero.  Why?  Because they’re easier to relate to.  The anti-hero doesn’t have to be held up against a mirror of social acceptance and lofty morals.  You could consider them glorified vigilantes, but that’s not accurate.  Batman is a vigilante.  Technically, almost all superheroes are. 

Now, I have to ask, why?  Why not try to be more than your average man, who just happens to be able to shoot fire from his fingertips?  Why not try and present yourself as an ideal for people to look up to?  An image of something greater for people to aspire to.  Is it too hard?  I can’t imagine that after rushing into a burning building to save children, deciding to turn a guy over to the police, as oppose to breaking his legs and leaving him in an alley, is that hard.    

So, why one over the other?  It’s all a matter of where you fall on the optimist/pessimist meter.  Me, I’m the anti-hero.  Not because I don’t believe in the morally right, or that I can’t see myself as a role model.  I do it because I don’t see what the other heroes do as being enough.  There’s fear, and there’s fear.  There’s a line in the movie a Bronx Tale where Chaz Palmenteri is asked if he would rather be loved, or be feared.  He says: “I would rather be feared.  It’s fear that makes them loyal to you.”  For me, fear is what makes them think twice when they leave the house.  I don’t need the public as a whole to love me.  I need the scum of the city to fear me.  To be afraid of what I might do if I catch them breaking the law.  If I catch them trying to hook they’re parasitic claws into the real people of the city.  The real people of this city need more than a poster child for honor and righteousness like Colonel Courageous and the Justice Squad.  The people need someone who can push back against the lesser beings that stalk the streets.  The animals of this urban zoo. 

My job is to make those that lurk in the shadows afraid to hide in the darkness for fear that I might be there.  Yes, I have killed, but only as a last resort.  And, I will kill again if I have to.  Clockworx would have me thrown in prison for that, and has tried on several occasions.  He and the rest of them need to understand that there is as great a need for me as there is for them.  By denying me, they deny the people of the city that count on me.  Don’t get me wrong, I admire the Justice Squad and the work they do.  I recognize that they are the other half of my coin.  The yin to my yang.  This city would be an even bigger cesspool if it was left up to me, and others like me, to cleanse it of its filth.  The people need a bright star to wish upon to save them, and hell to wish for the bad people to go to.  If Colonel Courageous is that star, then I am that hell. 

Fear me for what I have done, and what I have yet to do, because my work is never ending. 


The Aggressor


Wouldn’t that be the perfect title for a zombie story?  Nope.  Back off!  That’s mine now, yo. 

I just thought of that when I was typing this.  Somebody give me a Joey Lawrence Blossom era “whoa!”   So, while we’re on the subject of zombies, let me share a blast from my geeky past with this little rhyme: “By what creeps, what crawls.  By what does not.  Let all that grows recede/decay and rot.”  I had to put “recede/decay” in there, cause the back o the toy said one thing, but the cartoon said another.  I loved the Visionaries cartoon. Inhumanoids was good, too.  Metlar, Tendril, and Decompose.  I think they were both a little ahead of their time as far as concepts went.  Maybe not.  I know at least three other character rhymes from that show as well.  Anyway, I’m getting off topic.  Zombies.

I love zombies.  They’re probably the one “horror” creature that actually scares me.  Frankenstein.  I got no beef with him.  Werewolves.  They’re cool.  I’d pick them second as which one I’d like to be.  Mummies.  Next.  C’mon.  Honestly.  What is scary about a mummy?  Unless you’re gonna tie me down and force me to watch Mummy 3: Tomb of the Dragon Emperor.  Now that’s scary.  As far as an actual monster, I’ve got 5 words: “Zeke, get the diesel fuel.”  Vampires.  Yes, please.  You’re damn skippy I’d like to be a vampire, but I’m talking David from Lost Boys, Jerry Dandridge from Fright Night, Vlad Dracula from Bram Stoker’s Dracula, not none of that crappy I-can-walk-out-in-the-sunlight Twilight crap, or freakin’ Emo-brooding-man-loving Anne Rice stuff (oh, they were Emo, don’t kid yourself).  I’m talking powers, bloodlust, immortality, and a tad bit crazy vampire.  Das Vampyre.  Again, I’m getting off subject.  Zombies. 

Um- I don’t want to be a zombie.  Hell, I don’t want to die, I sure as hell don’t want to come back as a dead version of myself.  You think I’m ugly now, you don’t want to see me three years and a quarter of a half-life later.  Ugh!  That said, I love zombies.  They are truly frightening.  I realize I’m preaching to the choir here, since everyone seems to have gotten on the zombie bandwagon recently- “But, I’m not dead yet.”  “Sure you are.”  I think one of the most frightening things about the living dead- excuse me while I teach class here for a moment.  Just imagine I’m telling you about nitrate films.  Zombies are the living dead.  Vampires are the undead.  Let’s just keep that straight.  Ok, now back to our regularly schedule program, already in progress- ok, so the most frightening thing is that once the dead start to come back to life, it’s all over.  They automatically outnumber the living 2 to 1, and their ranks grow with every third attack.  I say every third, because 2 times out of 3, they’re gonna eat you all up, or rip you into pieces that don’t really matter.  Hey, what if Frankenstein was the first zombie?  He’s just reanimated flesh, right?  Well what if he was the catalyst (I like that word.  I like the way it sounds) for the dead rising.  I don’t know, could be something there.  Wow, I just realized I sound like Will Ferrell doing Harry Caray just then. 

So, zombies.  I think the other thing that really puts the fear into people is that there’s nothing that can be done.  Once it begins, it’s only a matter of time.  Death is inevitable.  The only way to truly get rid of them all is to nuke the planet, and then what?  Exactly.  So, on this final note, Die And Let Live is moving right along.  I made a personal goal to finish this and 117 Days In Hell before the end of the year, and I will.     

This is me, signing off.  And remember: “Drink more Ovaltine.”


Jerale C


There wasn’t a post last week. Sorry.  Time kinda got away from me, and my general rule is that if I haven’t posted by Wednesday night, then it’s pointless after that. 

So, I was listening to an audio book of JLA: Exterminators, written by Christopher Golden, today, and it got me thinking.  There’s a part where a character named Ian, who has recently developed super powers, finds out that what brought about those powers might end up killing him.  Ian doesn’t want to give them up.  He doesn’t want to go back to being normal.  Who would?  Now, as for myself, whenever some jerk pulls out in front of me when I’m driving, or rides my bumper cause they want to do 20 over the speed limit instead of just 10, I always say: “That’s why God didn’t give me super powers.”  Can you imagine…  There would be crushed and overturned cars littered all along the highway.  And don’t even think about parking your “fancy” car over two spaces, cause you’re just begging for a telekinetic beatdown. 

The point of my little rant just now?  Well, not everybody that would get super powers would have American heartland ideals, or a “With great power…” mantra.  They’d be just like you and me.  Not necessarily bad, or good, just human.  Most rock stars say they joined a band to get chicks.  Well, imagine the kind and amount of women you would get if you could lift 10 tons, and didn’t have such high standing morals?  You would go a little overboard, and honestly, who could blame you? 

Well, in thinking about Unwanted Heroes today and the concept I’m going for with it, I thought: What if the heroes weren’t so high and mighty?  They might not ask you to pay them, but maybe they might go and party in Vegas every once in a while, or melt a paparazzi’s camera with their heat vision.  After all, they are celebrities, too.  Maybe I’d rather use my invulnerability and become a stuntman, instead of fighting crime.  Nobody says I have to.  Besides, even if I do decide to fight crime and save lives, I can’t be everywhere at once, and I can’t save everybody.  More to the point, you shouldn’t ask me too.  It’s my life.  Rich people don’t just giveaway money.  Anyway, you get the point.  I know this idea isn’t new, Booster Gold, but I think using this will help define the world of the Unwanted Heroes.  Imagine if you were the child of a one-night stand with Spider-Man.  What if your father was a super hero, but you didn’t get any powers.  Man, that would suck.  We could make t-shirts.  My mom slept with Wolverine, and all I got was this lousy body hair. 

That’s some of the areas I want to explore with this; not the t-shirt part, that was a joke.  Kinda like my own little Astro City.  As you know, I’ve got a full plate already, but the more this starts to come together, we might get a chapter in the next couple of months.  Who knows. 

Ok, I’m out of here.  Fly me courageous. 




54-40 would be a great name for a Foo Fighters cover band, wouldn’t it?  So, aliens—why haven’t I written anything with space travel and aliens yet?  Good question.  I’m glad I asked.  Answer: I don’t know.  I still plan on writing You Are Now Leaving Planet Earth, and Secret Life of God does mention aliens in it, but I haven’t actually jumped into the further adventures of Major Tom genre.  I love science fiction and space travel and aliens, all that stuff, but I haven’t actually written anything sci-fi-ish.  I’m not going to rundown the naughty and nice list of sci-fi movies and books that I love, but I will direct you to an earlier blog on Ray Bradbury.  It’s in the archives.  Just keep looking till you find it.  Speaking of which, but not really, when the hell does Pandorum come out?  I’ve been seeing the same trailer for over a year now, and no release date has been given yet.  I’m not necessarily all fired up to see it, but after a year you have to give me something.  Anyway, skipping the witches…  Just let me get through some of this other stuff first, and I’ll write a planet hopping science fiction story that’ll have you ready to whip out your phaser.  Don’t take that in a bad way.  Or that.  And now we segue into…

So, as you’ve seen, and hopefully read, Prey Predator is finished and now on the site.  I have to say, that I was so—umm, not angry, let’s say disappointed—disappointed with myself for taking so long to finish it.  At just about 18 pages, that averages out to a page a month, or a sentence a day.  You start to think, anybody could write a story at that pace.  But when I look back at it, and read through it, some things feel as though they couldn’t have been written any sooner.  Almost like I couldn’t tell the story, the story had to tell itself.  Weird, I know.  By the same token, Die and Let Live is coming along nicely.  Hoping to get a few pages knocked out this weekend.  This one is a little easier to write, initially, as the first part of the writing is basically outlining, and establishing key points and key dialogue.  The hard part comes in later when I have to write the rest of the dialogue after the pictures have been taken.  Not to mention going over all the pictures, and determining which ones we’ll use, and if we got the right angle.  So far things are looking encouraging.  I’ve gotten no resistance from people as far as the background story goes, which is great.  The concept is fairly simple, which makes the rest of it harder.  Then you have to take the simple and make it extraordinary.  Like Bedazzling your plain, ordinary denim jacket, or making your regular blue jeans into $500.00 designer look a likes.  To borrow one of my favorite lines from one of my favorite movies:  “You mean it will be difficult?”  “Very.”  “This isn’t ‘Mission Difficult’, it’s ‘Mission Impossible’.  Difficult should be a walk in the park for you.”  Paraphrasing.  Well, not a walk in the park exactly, but a challenge I readily accept.  I’m actually quite excited about the whole thing.  I think it would even be kinda interesting to do a mini-documentary on the making of Die and Let Live.  You could call it Crawling to the Surface: The making of Die and Let Live.  Ok, it’s official.  I’m doing that. 

Ok, enough for now.  Happy Labor Day!