It was a day back in 2003, of the sort that I’d suppose you’d call “rough.” I wasn’t at work, so I went home in the early afternoon and, unhappy about the roughness of the day, got good and liquored up, as I did occasionally in those days. Then, that evening, I went to a party. Then, this happened. Except I didn’t actually punch anybody, to the best of my knowledge. Also, I am not a kangaroo.
Actually, another misrepresentation in the ‘sequential art’ there is the part where everybody is mad at me; in fact, my friends showed me a kind of casual, indulgent forgiveness that humbles me to this day. Nevertheless, when I heard about my behavior, I was mortified. I felt that a lavish and unique apology was in order, regardless of the kindness of my associates – hell, because of it. And so I drew this cartoon, and ran off copies of it, and gave it to those parties I’d heard that I’d most importuned. It is to them that this cartoon is dedicated: Nathan Surprenant, Kasi Engler, Brett Baldwin, and Natascha Shawver. Mention should also go to Janice Stark, who introduced me to the beverage that started it all.
Since then, the adventures of the titular Vincent Macropod have continued. Which is to say, I drawn more cartoons. Most of which, I am happy to say, have been motivated by less abject inspirations. Please join us every Wednesday here on Dimfuture to watch the epic tale unfold, won’t you? (Epicness not guaranteed.)
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