turns to sheer panic! November and December are terrible for freelance artists, since work dries up when everyone turns their attention to surviving their aunt’s 10 year old fruitcake, and fights over politics with family members. I would sell my sperm for cash, but no one wants middle aged sperm with kinked up tails that swim in circles. As it is, I survive the winter months on my fat reserves, iron will, and frenzied portfolio work. Here is one of the layouts I have created. Which do you like best?
neuroticocomic 