When I reflect, as I often do, I have nothing to scratch… nothing in the conventional sense. People tend to grab their chins upon reflecting. I can’t really do that… I go from mouth, to neck to belly. There isn’t a chin in sight. If there was, I probably couldn’t see it anyway… my nose is too big.
So I make do with what I have… I scratch something else when I reflect. Thankfully, Frank has been drawing long enough to know what NOT to draw. We like to keep our little strip as honest as possible… but too much honesty could make you lose your lunch… and breakfast.
