Live from Washington Heights: late night guilt trips
This is what you get for being up till dawn. (This cartoon was rejected by The New Yorker a few times, so I’m supposing it was just too dark. Dark but true.)

Not that I was trying to sleep. (I’m up trying to come up with a new cartoon that TNY might buy!) At least I’ve got one in the magazine this week, a fact that is a balm to my poor, uninspired soul tonight.
(image: carolita johnson)
