Once a year I get it in my head that I should ‘make content’. I get hung up on metrics and decoding gnostic algorithms and it saps all the joy out of life. I don’t want to be a content creator, not really- Creatively, I want to be a cartoonist, an artist, a musician. I want to DABBLE. you know? But my dumb head keeps inventing ways to perpetuate and systematize something that could just be one and done. Comics is the closest thing to a sustainable creative practice I’ve ever had. Anyways, enjoy my take on the ‘distracted boyfriend’ meme.