Untitled Comic Strip, 2010

As they stand today, comic strips are the most hackneyed and creatively bankrupt “art form” in American culture.  I’ll always love comic strips though, and I still draw them occasionally.  I used to read the funny pages daily.  I got to the point eventually where I’d read every single comic, even the ones I didn’t particularly care for.  That number increased as I got older, and started becoming more discerning (and cynical).  Yet I’d still read each and every strip.  Never laughed once; still read ‘em all daily.  It had become routine.  Really, the only reason I ever stopped reading them was because I had shoved off to college and no longer had regular access to the Palm Beach Post.  I have no doubt in my mind that, had I continued to live with my parents, I’d still be checking out the hilariously stagnant misadventures of Hagar The God-Damned Horrible each and every day.