Boy was I hung over when I drew this. Oh my God. Hence the lameness of the joke, although I still think the drawing is kind of impressive considering how horrible I felt. It'll take more than a bad hangover before this kid here's unable to cross-hatch. Not only did I have to draw the cartoon by five but also pick up the final draft of my collection from the printer's and then meet with my publisher at the annual Small Press Expo down in Bethesda, all while groping my way squinting through a greasy haze of drunkenness and pain. Plus my car broke down on the way to Bethesda. In the end, though, I got the cartoon in by deadline and handed the book over to by publisher at dinner. A grueling day. I promise better next week. A better cartoon, that is--no one, least of all me, can promise better days.