Ordinary Life Is Pretty Complex Stuff.

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.

It Didnt Take Long To Establish Myself, As Far As People Thinking My Work Was Good. They Liked It From The Start.

I Think You Can Do Anything With Comics That You Could Do In Just About Any Art Form.

I Met Robert Crumb In 1962; He Lived In Cleveland For A While. I Took A Look At His Stuff. Crumb Was Doing Stuff Beyond What Other Writers And Artists Were Doing. It Was A Step Beyond Mad.

I'm Sure Someone Out There Has A Workable Solution. But What Do I Know? I Make Comic Books And Write About Jazz. I Do Know The Difference Between Right And Wrong, Though.