Some of you may remember this night, especially those among our Chapter Five gang… The Paperboys were playing at an outdoor music festival in Seattle in 1998, and nobody in the crowd seemed to care that it was raining. Among the several people you might find here are Steve T., Leah, Peggy, Chrystal, and me. You know […]

I remember the unbearable silence as we drove through the miles of wilderness along the North Fork of Glacier National Park. I didn’t know what to say, and if I had, I kept my mouth shut. (This seems a bit Thurber-esque, I think.)

     This is a character from my book The Pirates of Piddleton  (2007) , the Mud Rat. He’s a collector and trader of Items of Interest, as well as a devious thief and master manipulator. Here, he brings necessary supplies to the pirates, but with ulterior motives.  The story takes place on another planet, which […]

This is my new cartoon collection, Existential Fish, which just arrived from the printer a few hours ago! Of course, I’m excited to share it, and a few snippets from it. It will appear in local bookstores by next week, and hopefully around all of S.E. Ohio and BEYOND! I hope you enjoy these few pics, and […]

     On October 25th, I posted a short story about the Trojan Horse my friends and I built in 1982 as a Halloween costume (shown here, at left). Several people took interest in the story of the horse, or had heard about it but never seen it, so I thought I’d share a few photos […]

     I found this in another journal from 1992. This is the apartment Jason and I found in Seattle, and I drew this after Jason returned to Pennsylvania. I lived alone there for a few weeks before finding someone to share rent with, but of course, it was never the same. I soon moved to […]

This is just one of my many cartoons based on my own fears and anxieties— An excerpt from Fears and Anxieties for Every Occasion (2006). Every page of the book is me in real life! (I think I might have a case of hypochondria complicated by an existential stomach ache.)

     This picture I drew in 1992 is no longer mine. It doesn’t belong to me anymore because I knew nothing of contract agreements and payments for artwork. It doesn’t belong to me anymore because I sold it for $40 to a company that insisted on full rights to the drawing. That means the company owns my work, […]

     When I started drawing this, I realized I could go on and on, so I drew some of my adulthood fears and anxieties. I discovered they hadn’t changed all that much. Except the escalator fear. I’m over that. Now it’s elevators. And dogs. And the Bomb. and jail. and the wrath of God. etc.

Selling awesome sun goggles in Seattle’s Bay Pavillion.