It’s not random. It’s chaos.

Now try something in the oven.

YES, A TIMER IS NECESSARY!

Yeah. Rural Indiana. About 1985.

He died of cancer before he turned 30.

Good riddance. He forced a dried raccoon dick into my mouth in the school library. Then called me “coon” for years.

Holy shit! This post gave me an epiphany.

I was a cartoonist for the student newspaper, and drawing a funny comic strip every day was grueling. But I did better when I drank a Coca Cola before I started to brainstorm. Later, guess what - diagnosed ADHD.

Anyway, I probably took 2-3 hours on each comic, and was paid $5 per strip. And spent some of that on soda. So, it was a labor of love and foolishness. Also, I was semi-famous on campus for edgy cartoons that were occasionally funny, most of which I am embarrassed about in middle age.