January 15, 2026
I got a pedicure yesterday from this expert toenail clipperer, Gina, at Pinky Nails out on the Carefree Highway.
I know what you are thinking: "And you call yourself a cartoonist?" Well, I know it sounds sissy, but I have a legitimate reason: the Beatles ruined my toenails. Yes, I bought Beatle boots at Central Commercial in 1964 to be cool for school, and well, I got ingrown toenails from wearing these "Puerto Rican Fence Climbers" as they were so affectionately known in redneck Kingman. Anyway, Gina blasted and sanded what's left of my gnarly toenails into shape and I am a very happy camper. Thanks Gina!
And, here for the historical record is me wearing said Beatle boots on New Year's Eve, 1964:
"He's a real toenail man, sitting in his toenail land, making all his toenail plans for nobody."
—The Exits version of Nowhere Man
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