I grew up in a house that had a whole lot of trouble. As much trouble as you could imagine.

I remember my comic strips being called "new wave." It bugged me.

The thing I call ‘my mind’ seems to be kind of like a landlord that doesn’t really know its tenants.

In life there are always these things happening if you can just get the joke.

Part of a horror movie has to be a bit fakey for me to really enjoy it. The new ones are so realistic that they distract me from the ride through the horror.

The radio was on and that was the first time I heard that song, the one I hate. Whenever I hear it all I can think of is that very day riding in the front seat with Lucy leaning against me and the smell of Juicy Fruit making me want to throw up. How can a song do that? Be like a net that catches a whole entire day, even a day whose guts you hate? You hear it and all of a sudden everything comes hanging back in front of you, all tangled up in that music.

I was unable to sleep and I would stay up and draw these little cartoons. Then a friend showed them around. Before I knew it I was a cartoonist.