A Mind Is A Terrible

Some Of Us Find Our Lives Abridged Even Before The Paperback Comes Out.

I Could Draw Bloom County With My Nose And Pay My Cleaning Lady To Write It, And I'd Bet I Wouldn't Lose 10% Of My Papers Over The Next Twenty Years. Such Is The Nature Of Comic-strips. Once Established, Their Half-life Is Usually More Than Nuclear Waste.

I'll Confess Right Here That I Secretly Wish I'd Have Drawn A Strip About A Little Boy With A Fake Tiger, Going For Adventures Throughout The Universe In Spaceships Of His Imagination.

The Universe Throws Us Some Obvious Little Pitches Sometimes, And We Need To Be Awake Enough Not To Let Them Slip By.

I'd Be A Libertarian, If They Weren't All A Bunch Of Tax-dodging Professional Whiners.