#365: Best of New York Cartoons, A Clown Car of a Year & 2023 Sketchbook Megapost

+Paris sketchbook, and Morris finds a Christmas treat!

I hope you’ve had a relaxing break and are ready to kick 2024 directly in the conkers.

I’ve gotta be frank; looking back on this year has not been a pleasant experience. It plays less like a highlight reel and more like an In Memoriam package (and we know how much I love In Memoriam packages.)

I remember sitting at a Boston bar on New Year’s Eve and ordering a Happy 2023 from the bartender. He returned with a warm pint of dogshit and a stale vomit chaser. (Classic Boston.)

Before I bellyache any further, I should make clear that I’m abundantly aware of how lucky I am to have my health and to have a roof over my head. A lot of people have it far, far worse than me. I have friends and I have you— my readers. I’m grateful to you all.
With that said…

…2023 was a fucking clown car of grief.

I lost my dad, I lost my dear friend, I lost my job, I lost my publisher, I lost my regular ad clients to A.I., and when two more immediate family members ended up in the E.R. with life-threatening health iss…