Snagged from the Sept. 26, 2011 issue of The New Yorker, by Roz Chast. Coincidentally, Chast became a staff cartoonist to the magazine in 1979, the year I graduated high school. It’s like she’s always been there, and I’m grateful for that; I like her work a lot.
And, oh yeah, by the way . . . buy my book. I don’t care which one.