I don't remember drawing that. At all. Or even thinking about that joke. I just found this in an old notebook I got for asthma research, a notebook full of jottings I DO remember in vivid detail. But not the vaguest memory trace about that. And I remember everything I draw. At least when I find it afterwards.
But not this time.
I can only wonder before all the content of that notebook becomes a mystery to me, and I wonder why on Earth I drew a dozen cartoons about a lawnmowing service as the memory of my very brief attempt to get into the advertising service vanishes from what's left of my brain...
Oh, why don't the grandchildren visit me any more?
Why do they keep feeding me dog food?
And who are you, anyway, and what have you done with the little Linburg baby!
I'M NEARLY FINISHED!!!!!