I’m just a fat kid from Akron, Africa. I always believed that I would come to America and write something of great importance. Guess what? I am in America and I’ve written something of...great importance. I’m promising the world a championship in the form of sublime art. In these direst of times, we need somebody to root for—and I am that square root. I’ve been scratching my whole life, but I’ve yet to scratch the surface. In the Mekonnen household, nothing is given—that is why we don’t have shit. This is my calling—just don’t call me on it. I am Johnny Cash-less. I am the voiceless, the downtrodden, and the underdog. I do this for the kid that thinks about signing his 1st poverty contract, a non-guaranteed 10-year/$250,000 deal. Do not sign that contract! Life and my dumb decision made me sign that contract. At 11:55 (p.m.), I’ve been inside 7-Eleven, with a fully dressed hot dog in one hand and my phone in the other, waiting for his direct deposit to come in at midnight. I’m coming home, baby! I’m always coming home! Pay me forward! Support this artist. Thank you thrice. Bless you twice. Goodbye not even once. 

TES MEKONNEN

P.S.These are all my creations. I am self-made. I hate the word self-published because it is not respected. I spent years and a lot of money to make sure my work is presented in a professional manner. I’ve sent hundreds of queries and have received hundreds of rejections. I’m done sending queries. I believe in the quality of my work and my dumb-ass wasted so many fucking years waiting for the miracle. I can’t let my dream die without even properly trying. If you’re actually interested in my work and want to help, please email me (tesfahmekonnen@gmail.com). I am the copyright owner of all the illustrations via work-for-hire agreements. I’m not looking for an agent.  I’m looking  for a partner that believes in my work.