Cartoons. What can I say?
The train ride of life is long and bumpy and sometimes you have to hang on really tight just so you dont fall over and get trampled to death under the slimy boots of ruddy teenagers with no respect. Those bastards. Sometimes all you can do is don a set of headphones, set the bass on high, and open your sketchbook. Those teenagers wouldnt be so tough with their heads on sticks now would they? *pencil to paper*.