In those early strips such as Fritz Bugs Out I was making fun of the pseudo Jack Kerouac college boy (embodied in Richard Farina's ridiculous book, Been Down So Long It Looks Like Up to Me)—the black-turtle-neck-sweater kind of guy who contrived a worldly, vagabond hipster image that would attract young, romantic middle-class girls from fine homes. I was very bitter, observing how well this act went over with girls.