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.
So there are two things going on here. Snuff has obviously drunk so much that he’s in a black out. When you’re in a black out you don’t know you are. The people around you don’t know you are because you act normal (though tipsy). But your brain can’t make the memories of what you’re