I'd Been Upstaged, Demoted From Protagonist In

Sometimes I Wish The Writing And Drawing Were More Integrated.

Watching Everyone Root Through Their Psyche, It Just Delights Me. Especially R. Crumb's Stuff.

The Satiric Ethos Of Mad Was A Much Bigger Childhood Influence.

My Father Once Nearly Came To Blows With A Female Dinner Guest About Whether A Particular Patch Of Embroidery Was Fuchsia Or Magenta. But The Infinite Gradations Of Color In A Fine Sunset - From Salmon To Canary To Midnight Blue - Left Him Wordless.

It Was Not A Triumphal Return. Home, As I Had Known It, Was Gone.