On the morning of 9-11-01 I was very excited, because I had my first illustration come out in the New York Times. It was a spot illo for a letter to the editor about education. So I hurried over to the news stand to get my copies of the paper, when I heard people freaking out on the street... the first plane had just hit. So I went home, and turned on the tv and radio, and listened in horror. The crazy thing is I had a weekly strip due that afternoon for Seattle's The Stranger, and so the rest of the day, with the TV on, I drew my stupid Little Laurie Sprinkles strip as the world changed forever in the background. 
whoa!
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Little Laurie Sprinkles, part deux
I think this might have been the second Little Laurie Sprinkles comic to ever run in the Stranger. 
To this day, I wonder what Mr. Weenis meant by not having any "farting habits". I feel like everyone has "farting habits", don't you?
Little Laurie Sprinkles
Here is the first or second Little Laurie Sprinkles comic I did for Seattle's The Stranger, in 1999. Right before the world went to hell. I did a whole series of these and I'm not sure they were that good, but I definitely felt like a naked fat midget through most of my 20s.
This comic is completely autobiographical.