Sketchbook: "Real Jacuzzi Talk Comix", Circa 1988

In 1988 I shared a three-bedroom house with roommates on Grand Avenue in the Pacific Beach neighborhood of San Diego. Behind our house was a row of three small apartments with whom we shared a jacuzzi. Swingin'!

Well, no, not really, and thank goodness, because the jacuzzi was right outside my bedroom window (not that I didn't hear a couple of amorous escapades, mind you). But it was fun sometimes to eavesdrop on the inane conversations which emanated from it like some forlorn, sodden chat show. Occasionally I'd jot down random overheard snippets in comic strip form (UPDATE: you guys know these are just scribbles, right? It's OK if you say they're terrible drawings, because they are. These were never attempts to be a "real" cartoonist. Oh, and yes, the use of the word "j'accuse" was intentional.). Here are a few of those:

I remember we used to refer to this woman as "trashy lady":