Bizarro is brought today before your face by Signage Improvement.
I'm not sure why I drew myself as the analyst in this cartoon. I didn't really mean to, it just sort of came out that way in the pencil sketch and got even more so when I inked it.
Perhaps it is what they call a "Freudian slip." Perhaps I have a closeted sheep within me that I am afraid to embrace. Buried deep in the cockles of my being could be mounds of squooshy wool and big floppy ears, yearning to bleat and graze and follow the herd from hill to dale.
Or, maybe I am the wolf, wishing I could break the societal constraints of our culture and run naked in the wild, ripping the throats out of weaker beings.
Perhaps I secretly see myself as the table, patiently waiting in silence to offer a sip of water or a tissue.
Or, I'm just an egomaniac who likes to draw himself. Kind of pathetic.
Until next time...if you want to distract the monkeys, you may have to throw some bananas.