For Example, I Noticed That

I Feel Like A Lot Of My Aesthetic Was In Response To Feeling The Awfulness And Cheapness Of That [ The 70'th].

I Was A Very Fearful Little Kid, And I Would Always See The Worst In Everything. The Glass Was Half-empty. I Would See People Kissing, And I Would Think One Was Trying To Bite The Other.

I Feel Like I Understood The Language Of Comics. I Had A Real Fluidity With That Medium At A Very Early Age.

I'd Always Wanted To Do A Weekly Strip, Or A Strip That Was In Installments Like That. It's Been Fun Trying To Figure Out How To Make That Work. Their Standards Are So Prissy That They Won't Allow Me To Use All Kinds Of Language. Not Only Can You Not Swear, This Morning I Was Informed I Couldn't Use The Word "schmuck." I Couldn't Use "crap," "schmuck," Or "get Laid." Those Three Were Beyond The Pale. But You Get Around That, And It Comes Out Better. I Can't Quite Explain Why.

As Soon As I'm Finished With It, It Feels Like An Impersonal Project. Like, "well, I Did Another Book."