Monday, November 20, 2006
Happy Thanksgiving from Ziggy!
Hello. I haven't seen you guys in a while. That's because I've been in rehab. I'll bet you never would have guessed a cartoon character could have an IV drug problem, but we have problems too. You probably noticed I'm in a different low-grade job in each strip. It turns out that walking around all day spouting off pseudo-philosophical wit isn't very marketable. That and I never wear pants.
The papers don't let me talk about stuff like that during the week. I can't really blame them, since we're supposed to be entertaining kids. Most kids don't seem to find my strip all that funny, though. Just the kids who have trouble with the big words in Garfield. Whoa, horsey! That's the kind of thinking that got me shooting up, so I better get back to happy thoughts.
Well, it smells like the turkey is almost ready. I got dragged into dinner with Cathy this year. I don't know what I was thinking. Well, I do know what I was thinking. I figured she'd be easy because she was so desperate for me to come over. I forgot how she whines incessantly, and how fucking ugly her face is. Well, we'll see how she looks after a couple of bottles of pink chablis. Don't tell the methodone clinic.
You got any cigarrettes? I sure could use a smoke and a shot of Wild Turkey. No? Figures. ¶ 11:14 PM
Hello. I haven't seen you guys in a while. That's because I've been in rehab. I'll bet you never would have guessed a cartoon character could have an IV drug problem, but we have problems too. You probably noticed I'm in a different low-grade job in each strip. It turns out that walking around all day spouting off pseudo-philosophical wit isn't very marketable. That and I never wear pants.
The papers don't let me talk about stuff like that during the week. I can't really blame them, since we're supposed to be entertaining kids. Most kids don't seem to find my strip all that funny, though. Just the kids who have trouble with the big words in Garfield. Whoa, horsey! That's the kind of thinking that got me shooting up, so I better get back to happy thoughts.
Well, it smells like the turkey is almost ready. I got dragged into dinner with Cathy this year. I don't know what I was thinking. Well, I do know what I was thinking. I figured she'd be easy because she was so desperate for me to come over. I forgot how she whines incessantly, and how fucking ugly her face is. Well, we'll see how she looks after a couple of bottles of pink chablis. Don't tell the methodone clinic.
You got any cigarrettes? I sure could use a smoke and a shot of Wild Turkey. No? Figures. ¶ 11:14 PM
