Every issue, the characters and I duke it out. They usually win.

I'm just grateful to finally be telling a story with all females at the lead.

I grew up in the suburbs of Cleveland in 1988 and there was just one year where suddenly all of the delivery kids that used to be boys were suddenly girls. It happened at our church too. Altar boys were suddenly altar girls. There was just this sense that all these young women knew there were openings here to be the first of their kind.

I mean, do you know what you get when you call a suicide hotline in New York city? A busy signal. Literally.

I, for example, am a pompous asshole, but my comics are genius!

Sure, this will probably end up being another in a long line of emotionally crippling misadventures...but let's try to have some fun along the way.

Violence is stupid. Even as a last resort, it only ever begets more of the same.