After doing Johnny I wanted to just do something, I wouldn't say innocent, but to not have any care in the world. Lots of setups and horrible happenings but its funny.

I'm not the guy who wins awards and gets mentioned in magazines.

It's a frightening world to be alone in.

Doing something purely for one's own enjoyment is fine, but, I must admit, finding that others enjoy it as well has a certain power over the corners of my mouth.

At this very moment I'm behind on a compilation that Slave Labor is doing for Free Comic Book Day.

I'm just doing little bits and pieces for other magazines right now.

I've excluded happiness as one of those possibilities we seek for ourselves. Oh, I still want it, but that's beside the point. Contentment - they say it's the ultimate, but I can't even wish for that. I don't even want the desire to be content. I can only hope for silence.