You know how it is when you rush home from your day gig, have a nice supper with your wife (or husband), then sit down at your drawing table to draw a comic strip that has to be finished in two hours? You scroll down through the website of you mind about whatever you read or talked about that past week, fix on a image that perhaps you have already drawn in the past (it’s faster that way), and then start your comic with no idea of an ending — just trusting yourself — and two or three glasses of port wine. You get done with the third panel, an idea makes you snicker, and there it is. A punch line. Well, that’s how it happened this time. Let’s hope it happens again.
Is it weird? I’ve always loved freckles. I had ‘em as a kid. Still have ‘em on my shoulders. I like the word. Freckles. It’s fun to say. But mostly I liked girls with freckles. A few years ago I was trying to explain it to a friend when I said that I liked that