I used to think that being vice president of the U.S. was the cushiest job in the world, what with its duties and responsibilities consisting of: Wait for guy to die. I think now, though, that the crown has passed to the job of the author of Red Meat. Here you get to draft one set of drawings and use them over and over, not only week to week, but panel to panel. Must be nice work, if you can get it.
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