Well yesterday while I was on a Greyhound from Vermont to New York, I started to hate all humanity. One guy was working his entire respiratory system up through his trachea a couple seats behind me. I was surrounded by iPhones and got squished by a pain in the ass college kid (am I really already hating college kids?? I’m only 24! I’m a college kid!!!) from Hartford on. Actually, this isn’t the first time college kids boarding at Hartford have driven me crazy on a holiday weekend ride. And having taken the train so much recently, I now know just how small the seats are on a bus. They’re tiny. At least for a somewhat tallish person they are. No legroom, no elbow room. Basically, I was feeling crotchety. Then the bus took the scenic route through the Bronx on down to the Port Authority Bus Terminal. Lord, how I wished I was on the train. But, since there is only one train from White River Junction per day, they were all sold out for this week by at least a month ago.
Anyhow, when I finally got to the Port Authority, I found my cell phone too dead to even let me look up Caitlin’s work number. Typically, I either don’t pack my charger or my underpants. This time I packed my underpants. I went to the Authority’s pay phones to try to 411 the New Yorker, found the first phone emitting a high-pitched tone normally used to torture detainees at Gitmo. The next was simply silent. The third asked for 50 cents, but sent my quarters right down to the coin return slot. The fourth! Took my quarters…and kept demanding 50 cents! Naturally, I banged the shit out of that thing. Then a cop let me know that he probably wouldn’t do that. So I walked the two blocks to the Conde Nast building – why didn’t I do that in the first place? Before long, all was right with the world again. And I started to feel…thankful!
Today I don’t have a drawing to show you guys. Actually, I have a new comic, but not with me. So instead, how about a little schmultz? I give thanks for the Center for Cartoon Studies, for a loving and supportive family, an equally loving and supportive girlfriend, a fluffy cat, all sorts of inspiring, funny friends who aren’t too shy or phony to tell me when and where I’ve missed my mark in my work, and for you, my dear readers, who are almost entirely made up of those people listed!
