I can’t remember if this comic strip actually made it into one of my books and I’m too lazy to flip through my books. It was in a flat file with some sad orphaned Underworld strips that I’m ashamed to republish because they were subpar. At least this joke actually works. I wish I could say the same for the drawings. The book and bookstand in the second panel are pathetic. I may have drawn this in my office at Cartoon Network when I was working on the Camp Lazlo cartoon show. I would stay late on Monday nights and draw my comic strip there so I could use the company’s copy machines. This probably came out of a real fear that drinking would make me dumber if I overdid. I still think about it. But I find that having a drink helps me forget my fear.
Here’s my attempt at doing a single panel gag cartoon. When I was 16 I got it into my head that I would be a single panel gag cartoonist. I figured that getting paid for doing one drawing was much better than getting the same pay for for a multi-panel comic strip (and would take