When I Was Growing Up In The

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.

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

I Grew To Resent The Way My Father Treated His Furniture Like Children, And His Children Like Furniture.

It's Our Very Capacity For Self-consciousness That Makes Us Self-destructive!