Irony Can Elude The Genius Among Us,

Steve Dallas...a Frat-boy Lawyer Who I Knew In School. He's Never Written Me. I Suspect He Was Shot By An Annoyed Girlfriend, Which Has Saved Me Many Legal Fees.

I Will Go To My Grave In A State Of Abject Endless Fascination That We All Have The Capacity To Become Emotionally Involved With A Personality That Doesn't Exist.

And Just As It Is With All Proper Grannies, She Ordered Me Into My Pink Bunny Jammies.

I Don't Get Fan Mail. It Disappeared With The Digital Revolution.

I'll Confess Right Here That I Secretly Wish I'd Have Drawn A Strip About A Little Boy With A Fake Tiger, Going For Adventures Throughout The Universe In Spaceships Of His Imagination.