I told him I had had it with marriage.
I never wanted to approach that idea again.
By thousands and thousands and zillions of miles.
I was done.
With that shit.
And Ted said:
That’s too bad.
Third time’s a charm.
I looked up at him and said:
No fucking way.
He loves to fuck with my head.
I have no idea how I appear to him.
But I don’t get a good feeling about it.
That’s what happens when you let them sit in the comic bookstore when they’re 3 years old (or younger, like Andrew who became an artist) for 90 minutes, browsing the ideas in the pictures …
That’s the kind of shit they spit back out at you!