I guess I just don't have the killer instinct that I think makes a great political cartoonist.
You can drag my body to school but my spirit refuses to go.
I'm a misunderstood genius.
So, what's it like in the real world? Well, the food is better, but beyond that, I don't recommend it.
I still read newspaper comics, but without much hope for their future.
Calvin: Dear Santa, before I submit life to your scrutiny, I demand to know who made YOU the matter of my fate?! Who are YOU to question my behavior, HUH??? What gives you the right?! Hobbes: Santa makes the toys, so he gets to decide who to give them to. Calvin: Oh.