Mostly It Was Mad Magazine. And I

Yeah, I Read Judy Blume. My Mother Didn't Like That, But I Read It Anyhow.

I Just Met Someone Who Read Gone With The Wind 62 Times For Exactly That Same Reason. She Couldn't Bear That It Wasn't Real. She Wanted To Live In It.

Well, I'm Always Working On My Comic Strip And Trying To, You Know, Keep Cranking That Out.

It Certainly Was An Important Moment For Me, That Realization That I Was Not Going To Get What I Wanted. It Was Very Freeing. I Keep Using That Word "freeing" Or "liberating." I Feel Like Houdini Sometimes, Like I'm Just Getting Out Of One Set Of Shackles After Another, Hanging Upside Down Inside A Burlap Bag With Handcuffs On. Hopefully One Day, I'm Going To Get Out Of This Tank Of Water.

Although I Am Good At Enumerating My Father’s Flaws, It’s Hard For Me To Sustain Much Anger At Him. I Expect This Is Partly Because He’s Dead, And Partly Because The Bar Is Lower For Fathers Than It Is For Mothers.