I Grew Up In A House That

I Grew Up In A House That Had A Whole Lot Of Trouble. As Much Trouble As You Could Imagine.

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.

The Thing I Call ‘my Mind’ Seems To Be Kind Of Like A Landlord That Doesn’t Really Know Its Tenants.

Sometimes, I Think The Only Art Left For Us Is Slowly Peeling The Label Off A Beer Bottle While Somebody Tells You About A Dream They Had.

The Minute You Understand Racism, You're Responsible For Being Racist. It's Like Eating From The Tree Of Knowledge.