I'm A Guy That Likes To Sit

I Thought I Had A Great Opportunity When I Started Doing My Comic Book In 1972. I Thought There Was So Much Territory To Work In.

I Realize That I'm Pretty Flawed, But You Know - I Haven't Killed Anybody Yet.

I Always Wanted Praise And I Always Wanted Attention; I Won't Lie To You. I Was A Jazz Critic And That Wasn't Good Enough For Me. I Wanted People To Write About Me, Not Me About Them. So I Thought, What Could I Do? I Can't Sing, I Can't Dance, I Can't Act Or Anything Like That. Ok, I Can Write.

I Felt More Alone That Week Than Any. Sometimes I'd Feel A Body Lying Next To Me Like An Amputee Feels A Phantom Limb. All I Did Was Think About Jennie Gerhardt And Alice Quinn And All The Decades Of People I Had Known. The More I Thought, The More I Felt Like Crying. Life Seemed So Sweet And So Sad, And So Hard To Let Go Of In The End. But Hey, Man, Every Day Is A Brand New Deal, Right? Just Keep On Working And Something's Bound To Turn Up.

I'm Doing Research For A Large Comic Book On The Beat Generation Guys - Allen Ginsberg And Jack Kerouac And Those Guys