SM: What’s your first reaction to a crowded city street?
GZ: Right now, my reaction is usually, it’s beginning to look a lot like Christmas. However, I usually find a crowded city street to be a distraction from my peaceful internal reverie.
SM: If you were to illustrate a picture of the wreckage of a ship being pulled from the ocean in spring, what would you make sure to include?
GZ: A child’s toy, to remind us of the true nature of the tragedy. Nowadays, such a wreckage may be caused by terrorism, so I would include an American Flag, unharmed, to signify that we will ultimately prevail.
SM: When was the last time you found yourself fascinated by something you found on the street?
GZ: Today, when I showed my two year old son the fire alarm down the block. I noticed for the first time the eerie blue colored light above it, heralding its location.
SM: Please create a fantastical creature for you to ride around on, and give it a name befitting it.
GZ: My wife is truly fantastical and I would love to ride around on her. I call her Zigorette.
SM: When was the last time you took a good long look at your shoes? Please elaborate, if possible.
GZ: As I took them off yesterday, I noticed that the heel had a discoloring smudge.
SM: Please indulge us with an anecdote.
GZ: When I was 5, I remember vividly lying in bed, with my head facing down between the bed and the wall, and making a conscious decision and vow to myself that I would always be a good person. My mother had said about someone, never act like so-and-so, never be bad, always be good. I decided at that moment, later that day, that I would always figure out what is the right and good thing to do, and I would do that, be a good person, to the best of my ability.
SM: If you were king of the bottom of the sea, what would you do and what would you see?
GZ: I would find a magical mermaid who would cast a spell so I would become human, escape the darkness at sea bottom, and live in the sunshine and the beauty of human civilization.
SM: When was the last time you were down on your luck?
GZ: When the moving van company didn’t show up with our stuff, and we were stranded in an empty house, with everything we ever owned or made or loved in limbo. We couldn’t reach anyone at the company, as they had closed for the day, and we finally were able to call the driver on his cell phone to find out that they had parked the truck with all our stuff at their warehouse. They had been told to finish the job the next day at extra cost to me, because the truck had been delayed too long by police checkpoints (common soon after 9/11/01)–which they must have known would happen. We had to pay for a hotel room and the extra day, and even were charged for the time it took to talk with the company owner about the situation in the morning. (Moral: Never, ever use Van Gogh of Brooklyn/Manhattan).
SM: What was your last good deed?
GZ: Finishing my first minicomic, Arena Comics #1 and taking the bold step of selling it at the SPX convention in Bethesda last month. (Write to firstname.lastname@example.org for more info).
SM: Please compose a brief poem or haiku on the subject of your choosing.
Know your ideals and have them restored;
Protect them from those who would destroy you.
Be yourself, Cowboy, and win the war!
Don’t lose your love of liberty, be true.