Sometimes you just want to DRAW SHIT. This week was one of those weeks.

I also get into moods where I feel misunderstood. So I try to be a bit more clear.

I tried volunteering in a drop in center for teens; I'm terrible at that stuff. All I'm good at is my own selfish interests: drawing, staying angry, motivating others to some small degree, maybe.

This is the Williamsburgh Bridge in Brooklyn. Yesterday's was the Brooklyn Bridge.

This is almost a great joke. It may not even be a good one, being that I'm such a bad joke writer. I'm always out there looking for how myths- old and new (and vintage from the 80s) relate to our regular day to day internal life.

Behind the boys is the 59th Street Bridge in Queens, I think.

Remind me I said this: when I publish this one, I need to make Fristoe more hostile in that last panel. This was one of those that the drawings and words were emerging all at once, and I didn't nail it in the end. But I like some of it.

I'm always reading marketing books and become sure I understand them, then mock my own misappropriation of knowledge. This is one of those times.

That third panel is good cartooning, but the changes in scale throughout the comic are not so good.

With me, it's always about going back to talking about the stick!

This is why I will never get in the papers. Jokes about inner workings of the Kabbalah.

Again, looking for the parallels between the sacred ancient, and our current obsessive practices, I truly believe that given the right information, some in the corporate world could be led to believe that their brands are all shards from some glorious shattered vessel.