I'm A Guy That Likes

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.

Even A Pretty Traditional Comic Book Writer Can Make Valuable Contributions To The Internet.

I Decided I Was Going To Tell These Stories. I Went Around And Met Crumb. He Was The Cartoonist. I Started Realizing Comics Weren't Just Kid Stuff.

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

I Don't Think I Made Any Really Big Mistakes; It's Just That I Chose Something Difficult To Do. Looking Back, I Suppose I Should Be Grateful That I Got As Far As I Got.