Maturity Is Only A Short

When People Started Reading Me And Talking To Me About The Work, They Didn't Say How Funny, Or How Satiric, Or How Brilliant, Or How This Or How That, They Said, How'd You Get Away With It? How'd You Get That Into Print?

I Told The Doctor I Was Overtired, Anxiety-ridden, Compulsively Active, Constantly Depressed, With Recurring Fits Of Paranoia. Turns Out I'm Normal.

Over The Years, I Discovered Over And Over Again That Once You Lose Control, You Have A Chance Of Getting Good At It. And Once You're Controlling The Work, It's Not Going To Be Very Good, Or It Won't Be As Good As It Should Be.

I Was Doing Cartoons And Mocking White Liberals, Mocking The Attitude Of Government Who Said To Go Slow, While Intending To Do Absolutely Nothing For Black People, Then Called Negroes. And I Had A Lot Of Fun And I Expressed A Lot Of Anger. That Was A Thing That Was Important To Know At That Time. As I Was Emerging Into More And More Into Politics That I Was Angry.

I Didn't Have A Job. Employers Were Afraid Of Losing Their Reputations. I Didn't Have A Reputation. I Had Zilch. So, I Had The Freedom, Which Unemployment Gives You, And That Was To Behave As Badly As I Believed I Should Under The Circumstances. And The Circumstances Were Quite Awful.