Below is the latest The Pain -- When Will It End?
This cartoon may seem like a non
sequitur, but I really do have a friend who is both a Buddhist and a cop.
Given the premise, the cartoon pretty much draws itself. If I were to give
any advice to young cartoonists, not that they'd ask me, it would be: don't
worry about buying Sharpies and brushes and bristol board or studying anatomy
or lettering or Eisner's composition or any of that boring comic-book artist
crap; just make a lot of fucked-up friends. Get out there and amass
the craziest, most demented and dangerous friends you can find: friends who
can drink seventeen beers at a sitting and still eat five enormous glistening
fatty plates of meat for breakfast; friends who are writing rock operas about
the War of 1812; friends who call you from Detroit and claim to be negotiating
the release of a roomate who's being held hostage by drug dealers; friends
who are incontinent. These are the kinds of friends who may break your collarbone
with a plastic lightsaber or broadcast your drunken rants on the radio or
send you unsolicited sex toys in the mail, but they will also agree to do
public battle in superhero costumes or invite you to ride the circus train
to Mexico City or ask you to go to Wisconsin to help them recover from their
sex change operations. You will never be at a loss for material.