The evolution of a completely deranged comic:

On Monday, Mark McGwire admitted having used steroids. Even though this was something that everyone pretty much already guessed, something equivalent to someone announcing that the sky is blue and grass is green, it still somehow became major sports news for the next few days.

Later on Monday, I made fun of McGwire's statement on Twitter by using parts of his statement to admit an addiction to grapefruit. (Some webcomics have dick jokes; I have grapefruit, apparently.)

By Tuesday, I'm contemplating how painful it would actually be to get a grapefruit in a syringe and inject it into your arm, and asking people which fruit they would be most interested in abusing like a drug.

By Wednesday, I'm not shaving so I look more like a drug dealer . . . one who pushes powdered fruit.

By Thursday, my friend Chittim is majorly helping out with the brainstorming of ridiculous fruit street names.

By Friday, I'm making the comics, and by Saturday, you're wondering what the hell kind of comic was that.