He's Picked Clean! Eaten By Cats!

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.

In Health We're Doing The Digestive System. We Each Got Assigned A Topic For An Oral Report. I Got The Small Intestine. I Swear To God I Hate My Life.

Going On Letterman Is Like Going Off The High Dive. It's Exhilarating, But After A While It Wasn't The Kind Of Thrill I Enjoyed.

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.

We Don’t Create A Fantasy World To Escape Reality, We Create It To Be Able To Stay. I Believe We Have Always Done This, Used Images To Stand And Understand What Otherwise Would Be Intolerable.