
You are fucked.
There is no pill magic or happy enough, nor would there be enough if they existed, to change that fact.
I have had two pages (count 'em! A whole two pages!) of Balloon Man in the works for...well, I'll keep that myself; the time that has passed is more embarrassing than skidmarks. As soon as I get those finished, I even have three or four solid one page gags ready to roll. In the meantime, a little sketch I did.
I just found a new way to tell that I am getting older.