This particular panel is much more of an autobiographical piece than the usual ha-ha funny (one hopes) gag, as in it's mostly a moment in my mind that sums up everything about being a cartoonist.
There's also something of a lineage with the dancing bear, as it's a repeated motif in a couple other instances as well, everything from a tattoo to a classic Baked Alaska feature.
One thing that was like, whoah dude, far out, was when this ran in the newspaper (subscription here: remember to support local journalism for both patriotic, constitutional reasons that are the foundation of a democracy, but also help support the all peripheral talent too) I first saw it while at my usual table at the usual cafe doing the usual sketchbook session. But for the first time in all my many, many years camping out at this cafe, the morning bakers were on that particular morning blasting the Grateful Dead's 1974 album "From the Mars Hotel." Like, cosmic connection, man.
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