Please, help. Forest lawyers are scarce these days.

The ducks are afraid to fly in the sky because it will suddenly become the most brilliant blue color you have ever seen. It startles them, they don't like it. So they're opting to just walk everywhere. The hunter's obviously aren't to keen on that because it takes all the sport out of their hunting. But how would you like it if your fuzzy grey and white camo suddenly turned red and black? How would you feel about that? I don't think you'd like it one bit.

Please, help. My appetite sometimes overwhelms my brain.

Please, help. I'm about to lose my head.

Watch the little hand... that bastard. It just goes, "tick, tick, tick" so very slowly. Keeping me confined here at me job. I don't know how much longer I can take this, I really don't. I am trying to keep my eyes shut and just lie here peacefully. "This is my job," I tell myself. "To lie here peacefully. Deep breaths. Deep breaths." But I really want to get up and running screaming. Anywhere! Anywhere but here. Please! God! Let me work at something I enjoy and feel fulfilled by.... God? ... God? These fuckers are going to shear my brain from body.

Please, help. A real tragedy close to home.

It's strange to me when I look up from drawing a comic, thinking it's a joke, & realize that I've drawn something from my own life. I guess that's what makes art possible.