VoxDread

Born from the loins of The Devil itself in the wilds of The Pine Barrens located in the harsh terrain of New Jersey, VoxDread took to a life his father would never approve. Instead of following in his families hoofsteps of poking little booties with a pitchfork, his interests turned more towards illustration. Being shunned and exhaulted by his father from The Barrens, Vox hit the road with nothing to his name except the clothes on his back.

Years pass as Vox gets himself into and out of a series of misadventures that define him into the lanky, odd man that he is today. Somewhere along the way, he met me. Huey The Dog. Ever since that initial introduction, we've stuck by each other through thick and thin. It wouldn't be a stretch at all to say we've saved each others hides more than a few times. I don't know what he'd do without me to be honest. Sometimes I swear he would lose his legs if they weren't stuck into those tight jeans of his, that dummy. But I love him because I know deep down, past that oddly blank expression, he's got a heart of gold. Our adventures continue to this day, and I continue to write about them.

-Huey