Every week when my batch of weekly cartoons would go to FedEx, it felt like a small miracle. Then in a few days, it's 'Here we go again.'
I just get silly inside my head and I start to think about something and in my head I start twisting it around, contorting it and envisioning it in different ways.
As a kid I used to raise snakes. Obviously, my social life was a bit down at the time. But it took me a while to realise that with an interest like that people are going to think there's something wrong with you.
I love parasites! I can't get enough of them.
Sometimes I'm convinced that one day I'm going to draw the cartoon that offends everyone, and that'll be the end.
Morbid humor is very valid, even healthy, as long as you don't do it gratuitously.
