A man makes his own prison in his head, though he be as free as a seed on the wind, in his mind, he is already in the ground.

Ever feel like a puppet? Ever feel like strings are pulling you this way and that way, up and down and sideways and backwards and forwards and round and through yourself until you wanted to fucking bloody scream and either punch somebody or EXPLODE AND SHATTER INTO TEN THOUSAND FUCKING PIECES??!!!? NO????? - BULLSHIT!

As old as I am, I still feel like that almost every fucking day. I still, no matter how hard I try, find myself in positions of being manipulated. Is my life my own? Am I truly free? What is freedom? I’m free to draw this and write this and walk around and talk shit like this … at least I’m not in prison! OR AM I? (Nahhhh!) …

The truth is that there is no true freedom, and there is no true imprisonment, with the possible exception of death … in BOTH cases!

I have to make money. That means I’ve got to play the game of obtaining it. That’s one of the BIG games. Everybody serves some body. We are all someone’s servant – you all do something FOR somebody so you can GET something. We all “cop-out” We all “give-in”. We “concede”, “yield” and “COMPROMISE” … We all change our minds and our ways just a “little bit” to make things “work out”. In these ways, subtle and not so subtle – we are prisoners of our own lives, we are manipulated by our desires and needs. No one is exempt.

I have sold insurance, flipped hamburgers and managed a porno company in my life … none of which I wanted to do, (No, the porn job was NOT fun – it was WORK!) … Every thing except pure thought is “WORK!”, as in “Maynard G. Crebbs, “WORK!” … a big OILY DRAG! I strive to be a brain in a jar.

So, that’s what this little drawing is about – I drew it on the phone while I was talking to someone I didn’t want to talk to about something I didn’t want to talk about so that I could get to do something I didn’t really want to do, so that eventually, I could make some cash … so I could spend it on being “free”.