Getting Out Of Bed In The Morning

I Was Doing Cartoons And Mocking White Liberals, Mocking The Attitude Of Government Who Said To Go Slow, While Intending To Do Absolutely Nothing For Black People, Then Called Negroes. And I Had A Lot Of Fun And I Expressed A Lot Of Anger. That Was A Thing That Was Important To Know At That Time. As I Was Emerging Into More And More Into Politics That I Was Angry.

I Don't Know How Comic Artists Feed Their Families, If They Do. But It's A Fascinating Form And So I Think That After A Long Period Of Nothing Happening And Work, Nothing Very Impressive, We Are Into Another Golden Age Of Comics. Unfortunately, It's Not A Golden Age For The Artists Themselves Economically. I Don't Know How They Get Along.

Eventually, If It's On Your Mind, You Stumble On It. You Need A Certain Amount Of Luck And Persistence.

I Told The Doctor I Was Overtired, Anxiety-ridden, Compulsively Active, Constantly Depressed, With Recurring Fits Of Paranoia. Turns Out I'm Normal.

I'm Well Beyond Dyslexic: I Have No Sense Of Direction; I Never Know Where I Am.