When I was an art student in the early 60′s before the acid scene began I was smoking pot just like anyone else who was an artist.

I went to an art school in Brooklyn and painted Fine Art, if thats what youd call it for eight years in New York, until I saw the first underground comics in the East Village Other.

Unfortunately what came out of it was also kind of an imitation community with a lot of mindless conformity.

I always thought of Levittown as a joke.

Looking back Little Lulu was an early feminist, but at the time I just thought she was a really feisty developed comic strip character.

Their scrambled attention spans struck me as a metaphor for the way we get our doses of reality these days.

Everybody that loves Nancy loves it in a slightly condescending way. Nancy is comics reduced to their most elemental level.