I was hanging out at a friend's house last night after a night at the bar and I always like to check out his books because while we share many favorite authors he is much more widely read and there's normally something I haven't seen laying around. Being the only sober person there also affords me the opportunity to peruse his shelves while the other revelers entertain themselves with mindless discussions that that seem earth shattering to them. This book caught my eye so I read through it while standing in the hallway amidst the chaos of the post Hallowe'en party. Both the artwork and the writing were enjoyable on their own terms and the combination of them in the book was a treat. Later when I pointed out to my friend that I had read the book it almost seemed a surprise to him that he owned it. Perhaps someone had left it there for him and it had sat on the shelf just waiting. When I described it to him he said "Thompson, what do you need him for, you've got me!"