Here I attack people with serious majors for working hard while attempting to somehow justify my useless art degree by sarcastically acknowledging said uselessness. Looking back, I probably should have chosen a different major, or at least gone to an art school to explore my "talents" further (and judging by the drawings here, I could have used some art school). This theme of paranoia and dread regarding my future can be seen in many of the comics from my days at Binghamton but I'm proud to say that I am not homeless nor a pornstar, so perhaps my worrying did serve to motivate me in some way.