Many years ago, while working for Last Gasp, I drew a comic book story. This was back when graphic stories and novels were called "underground comics" and considered frightfully infra-dig. At the time, women were still something of a novelty in comics, although that was changing rapidly. Female pioneers of the genre had been producing comix for at least a decade by the time I dipped my pen in, opening the door wide for rank amateurs like me. Although I had been in love with comic books since grade school, I'd never really drawn any till I was, astoundingly, given six pages to fill for an issue of Wimmen's Comix. I was heavily under the influence of Will Eisner, S. Clay Wilson, and Lynd Ward at the time and favored stories with dark plot lines. (Actually still do.) This story was the result. The title (and lyrics in the first panel) are from a country song.