“Saturday Night Live is canceled, and you stayed up late for nothing.”
Back when I thought SNL was hilarious and daring, I would look forward to staying up late on Saturday night just to watch the show. It made me mad when they’d cancel it for the week. My brother taught me how to mumble “Ruddabegga, ruddabegga” when I was angry. So that’s what I’m doing in that drawing. Looks like I was still thinking of swearing, though, too.
I’d also stay up late to watch horror movies during the weekend. This was back when we all lived in a really old, awesome house in Lakewood. I’d be sitting on the couch all alone, listening to the theme song to “The Omen” and getting wonderfully freaked out. Then I’d hear the floorboards creek on the ceiling and wonder what was causing it. Sure it could’ve been either one of my parents, but my imagination was wired during those times.