First Published: August 10, 2007
You get a first glimpse at my own addiction. A thousand albums may be lowballing it, actually.
I keep telling myself that the advantage of buying CDs over reefers is that I can listen to a CD over and over. Beyond that, however, we're arguing semantics: Brain damage vs. ear damage, empty wallets vs. empty bank accounts.
Face it: The first time you hear a new song which blows your mind is something you try to recapture with every subsequent listening, but will never achieve. Soon, you look for the next hit to relight your synapses, and so on. Blessed are the tone-deaf.
Ah, disaster of disasters. I'm not referring to the bare-butted monkey, I'm referring to the horrid drawing of the guy who was once supposed to be based on Sean Penn.
I actually saw myself moved to redraw his face in all three panels, several weeks after originally doing the strip. See above for what the nameless junkie looked like before my recent adjustments. I know, the resemblance hasn't really improved, but at least I tried.
The monkey rules, though (in more ways than one).