Chemo's World
Topic: Comic Books
I want to start a new comic book. I'd like to call it Chemo's World.

Chemo is a perfectly ordinary person, living in Anytown, USA. He is well adjusted. He has a steady, good paying job with room for advancement, and the respect of his peers and management. He has a girlfriend that is attractive and loyal, and truly loves him, with thoughts of marriage in the future. His car is a good car, and it's paid for. He rents an apartment, and has a room mate named Tom.

Tom is currently on the run from the police, and he hides this fact from Chemo. Chemo doesn't know about Tom's two previous drug convictions, in which he was arrested while carrying 3 and 7 pounds of Columbian marijuana, respectively, which he intended to sell to glaucoma patients with a license, but the license was not recognized by his state's government. In actuality, they were, but the circumstances were doctored by an overzealous DEA agent named McGoo, who would soon hound Tom and be the bane of his existence, after Tom's third arrest while carrying 2 pounds, also for sale to glaucoma patients. Tom escaped.

McGoo lost Tom's trail when he fled into the desert, where he met an old Native American medicine man. The medicine man, named Nicodaemus Six-Hands, gave Tom a powerful spirit totem that would hide him from his enemies. In return, however, Tom had to give his first-born son to Nicodaemus' tribe, to raise as their own. Tom had no children, and had had a vasectomy, so this was a deal. The spirit totem was a coyote skull worn around the neck; when his enemies were near, Tom was to wear the skull like a mask, and they would not see him, for the trickster spirit of the coyote would obscure him their minds.

Tom walked through the desert for eight days, barely surviving, until he reached Reno, Nevada. He bought a lotto ticket with his last dollar, and won 600,000,000.00 dollars. The taxes were automatically taken out, and so he collected it without the DEA attempting to arrest him immediately. When they did show up, he put on his coyote skull, and walked away, right under McGoo's nose.

With his post-tax lottery winnings of $300,000,000.29, Tom bought a Winnebago and began traveling the country, never staying in one place too long, still on the run from the DEA. Tom would find people in need of his help wherever he went. He would be able to solve problems for people, because he was an objective outsider. But when he stayed anywhere too long, he would eventually be caught up to by his nemesis McGoo, and he'd have to move on.

Once, after helping a family realize that their son's homosexuality was neither a sin nor a reflection on how they raised him, and that they could still love him as a son the way he loved them as his parents, he drove away, Mcgoo on his trail, and was captured, Winnebago and all, by an alien spacecraft that used a strange beam to pull him off of the road and into its cargo hold. They told him that they had lost a super-suit, and had he seen it. He said he had not. They asked him why he was wearing a coyote skull, and he told them about Nicodaemus Six-Hands. They revealed to him that he was the great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandson of one of the aliens on the craft, who had been to earth centuries before and had a thing for Earth women. His blood had been diluted by the time Tom was born, so Tom shared none of the alien's natural gifts or powers, but he would inherit the spacecraft and all its technological wonders when his long-lost relative passed away in 4 thousand years. This meant very little to Tom.

Angered by Tom's callous disregard for his heritage, they dropped him off in front of the DEA building in Washington, D.C. and kept his Winnebago, which they planned to use as a make-out shack when they cruised for Earth women.

Tom acted fast, and immediately went into the DEA building. He applied for a job, and lied about his credentials. He received a position as McGoo's immediate superior. A long, wacky, cat-and-mouse game ensued, in which he tried to keep McGoo from revealing his past by keeping McGoo constantly in the field. In irony, McGoo was searching for the very person that was giving him orders. Tom eventually was discovered by a meter-maid, who recognized the coyote skull. Tom put the skull on and fled, and through a series of events too bizarre to discuss here, he eventually found himself sharing an apartment with Chemo.

The plot of the book will be Tom and Chemo's monthly argument over the rent and utilities bills. I think it'd sell.