Lets get Collectively Unconscious!

While my friend Miriam was in town she was walking by the railroad tracks and found a GIANT prescription bottle full of anti-psychotics usually taken for Schizophrenia, a seizure disorder, or Mania. We returned it to the pharmacy where it was prescribed, but I couldn't get it out of my head.


Who lost it? Did they drop the pills on purpose or did they loose them during a seizure?

So, I wrote a comic about it.

The comic is a dream sequence described by a psychotic patient to his doctor. In the dream, the patient takes depakote, splits in two and tries to kill himself. Interspersed are excerpts from the writings of C.G. Jung that frame the dream in a psychoanalitic context. Trust me, it makes sense if you read it. As Jung himself said, "All phenomena of this kind are unique and exceedingly curious combinations of chance. Held together by the common meaning of parts to form an unmistakable whole.

Towing the Line

Here is my latest comic.




I've been working hard. Then Miriam came town town and now she's distracting me with tales of train hopping and highway robbery. She is charmed by White River Junction and I am charmed by her charm.

My work is growing in leaps and bounds. And I recently discovered/have been obsessing over the work of Osamu Tezuka. His line is impeccable and I find it hard to believe that he didn't have a crew of assistants or tiny elves to help him. His output was ferocious. For those of you who don't know his work, here is just one tiny glimpse at his brilliance.