Sometimes I dont feel like working on a comic, but I still want to work on Whal Wash. So, I decided to write short stories. Im not the best writer, so I hope everthing comes across alright. I also feel like I can do a lot more in some aspects when it comes to writing vs drawing.

Whal Daze 1

BEEP BEEP BEEP! Mason rolls over, 5:48 A.M. He shuts off the clock and begrudgingly rolls out of bed. He turns on the kitchen light, illuminating the complete and utter darkness he sleeps in. He opens the fridge, only to reveal a handful of items. -A half-drunk 12 pack of "Rashberry Slurpz Energy" -Half leftover tofu turkey sandwich from last week -A can of beans, he likes them cold. He thinks warm beans are too good for him -One strawberry, he's saving it for a special occasion. He grabs his slurpz and shuts the fridge. Mason looks outside the kitchen window, "I wonder what people with normal jobs do at five in the morning?" He gets on his bike and rides off. He's memorized every bump and pothole in the trailer park. He swerves out of the way of "Big Gertha". He clutches his handlebars to go over "speedbump numero three". He looks to his right at Rufus McSkeeters trailer. A dingy red, white, and blue abode. He has a ton of broken bikes out front, they've been there for months untouched. He claims he's "fixing em up". He secretly just a hoarder. Late at night he blasts shitty country rock. He's sooooo badass. Mason takes a right turn out of the trailer park, the streetlights illuminating his own personal path to hell. A sudden feeling of dread washes over him. He's had these for as long as he can remember. He tightens his stomach. Every time he gets one he thinks his time is finally coming. He's scared, but he'll embrace it with open arms. He passes by his old highschool, his stomach drops even more. It feels like its mocking him, laughing at him yet again. He flips it off, that's all he can do. Over the horizon he sees it. He feels like throwing up. "I just know that asshole Is waiting for me, I hate his stupid fucking face. I bet he's smiling already, his lips on standby to say those 5 dreaded words." He arrives at the Whal Wash. He parks his bike out back and chains it up. He unlocks the back door. He sighs, then opens it. There he is, standing right Infront of the counter. "I wish I could sneak by him, but he's always where I need to be, watching me as soon as I open the door, anticipating my footsteps towards him, I bet he thinks I do this because I like him. I hate him." "Good morning Mason. LETS HAVE A WHAL-TASTIC DAY!" He smiles, teeth and all. He walks over to Mason. "Here bright and early again huh? The suns about to go up, lets go watch it!" He puts his hand on his shoulder, warmly inviting him. "I'd rather not Chuey, I have to ready the Whal before we open, I don't get here an hour early like you do." "Y'know what they say, early bird gets the worm!" He reaches into his pocket and puts something in his mouth. "Om nom nom nommmmm, want one?" He reaches back in and hands Mason a gummy worm. "No thank you Chuey. Thanks for offering. I really need to get ready now." Mason says to him avoiding eye contact. "Suit yourself Mason, see you at break!" Chuey walks off, going out front to sit on the bench and watch the renowned Sunshine City sunrise. Mason goes behind the counter and looks at the list his boss left him for today. TASKS: -Clean the bathroom -Handle that raccoon that comes around, ONE OF THESE DAYS WE'LL GET HIM! -Try to catch our mystery man. Eyes peeled Mason! Mason puts it back down. "A Whal-tastic day huh? Lets just hope" 10:34 AM An old lady walks up to the counter. "Um yes hello, can I get 3 Florida Millions, 2 Cashzingas, and 4 Scratchin 4 golds." The old lady begins to get her money out. "Can I see an ID?" "Oh! let me look now..." The lady rummages around in her old lady purse, "Oops- I think I forgot it in my car? Cant you just sell them to me, just looks at me?" "I don't really want to" Mason thinks to himself, he hates all their weird wrinkly saggy skin. "I cant sell these to you without an ID." Mason begins to remember the times he would do that. They looked old enough, until his boss started berating him. "THIS IS TERRIBLE SERVIVE. I AM NEVER RETURNING HERE AGAIN! IM TELLING EVERYONE AT THE EAGLE LODGE ABOUT YOU!" The lady shimmies out the door, hopefully never to be seen again. "I need something after that" Mason goes over to the SLURPZ ICE machine. He gets a Prickly Pear Slurpz. He looks at the clock, "6 more hours..." 1:00 PM - BREAK TIME Mason always takes his breaks early, he doesn't want to deal with Chuey or anyone for that matter. He goes out back. He reaches into his pocket and takes out his pack of "Natives: Summer SKy Blues". He lights one with his special "Stoner-Baras" lighter. He thinks. And he thinks, and then thinks. "I know that sucker is just nice to be nice. He doesn't even really care about me, no one does! He treats everyone the same way. I'm not special. He just puts on this 'friendly good boy' act . He's fake, I know it. No one is really like that in this world. He thinks he can win me over, but he never will. He secretly wants something from me, I just know it. Once I buy into it4 he'll look at me like I'm a fool, he'll think something like 'I finally got that loser, he thinks hes soooo smart haha'. I wont let him, I wont let anyone." He crushes the Slurpz in his hand and throws it on the ground. "Now that asshole will have to clean it up." 6:00 PM - HOME TIME! Mason grabs another Slurpz for the road, he feels a tap on his shoulder. "Hey man, great day!" He goes in for a fist bump. Mason hesitates, but he does it. "I'll see you tomorrow bro!" Chuey walks off waving goodbye, vanishing into the wash. "...What a freak" Mason thinks to himself. He gets on his bike and rides of back home. He arrives back to the trailer park. He sees DeeDee sitting on her front porch smoking petting three of her 17 cats. She has a glass of "Drunken Cat" brand wine in her hand. Mason knows what it is since there was a block party and she brought 3 bottle of it. She swears by it, it's not that good. She only buys it because of the branding. As Mason passes she waves warmly at him, he pretends not to see. "Home sweet home." Mason says as he approaches his trailer. He opens the door, walks in, and closes it behind him. Never to be seen again. (just kidding he does the same thing everyday. What a miserable life.)