Several years ago I became locked into a “Dead Hand Covenant” with fifty-one of my dearest friends. We were told to draw a comic each weekday, to be thrown to the ether by midnight thirty-five, Western National Time. Legends foretold of magnificent riches and puerile boastmanship for the last remaining draughtsman. I have witnessed the fall of many a great & cherished cartoonist in the face of these deadly challenges. One day, on some distant time horizon, I will snatch victory from the clutches of cruelest fate, and spit on the graves of all who fell before me.
P.S. as of press time there are only six other dudes left.