Last Gasp...Rip Off Press... ah yes, I remember them well... wish I'd kept my collection of underground comix.

Is this strip autobiographical?

No. Sometimes i wish it were. Mostly, I'm glad its not.

Heh, yeah.

Was this inked with a fountain pen?

Yep.

If that was an automatic instead of a dip pen, what kind of ink did you use?

At the time F-W Non-clogging India Ink.

Yep, those split-windows had crap brakes. VW didn't figure out that a one-ton truck actually needed brakes until the 1970 model (and it wasn't until 1977 that it occurred to them that it would be nice if they could go highway speeds). Before that, it took bulky Teutonic weightlifter legs to bring it to a stop. Did Rosco ever get into comics? Now S. Clay Wilson can't draw at all. Entropy sucks.

The only reason those days seem brighter is because you hadn't developed cataracts yet.
Getting old is not for wimps.

Oh, like Mort Walker never drew anything naughty? Hah.

Everyone remembers what they want to remember. That's why they call them the Good 'ol Days, they forget the bad ones. ^_^

Classic Unca Schirm!

Here Now has its own set of problems; can I be Elsewhere Later instead?

in 69 i turned 21 in the air force, b'cause that was the only way i could avoid being drafted into the army. it wasn't until the late 70s that i discovered the herb scene for myself, when it was up in oregon, after it was pretty much in the process of abondoning the sf bay area. i did have mr natural and fat freddy's cat. the bizerkly barb and the people's park. but mostly i didn't see much of the cities cause i grew up in the hills of the northern sierras away from them.

people think it was all about being stoned, because that's what media wanted people to think, to discredit social consciounse because that was inconvenient to the corporatocracy.
and of course that backfired, because, hay, what college or high school kid, wouldn't want to party.

my first car was a chevy van, i got through the credit union when i was in the air force. even my dad didn't have a car until the year i graduated high school, in 66.

so i remember those times, only somewhat differently then like this, they tend to be characterized.

the real heroes went to jail to win civil rights and peace.

peter paul and marry, the smother's brother's and jefferson airplane.

stewart brand and the last whole earth catalogue. portola institute. ant farm and drop city.

up toward my neck of the woods, ananada.

"Funnier than Tom Smothes!" So true!