A Waste of Time

I remember when I was first getting obsessed by Bob Dylan, I listened to Blood on the Tracks and was completely shocked by Idiot Wind. Granted, in the end of the song Dylan sings the inclusive phrase, “We’re idiots, babe,” but for most of the song, he’s telling her that she’s the idiot, without a doubt, and I remember thinking, god, be careful about dating Bob Dylan, because if you break up with him he could write that and put it out there for the world to see. This comic reminded me of that because, if you break up with me, I won’t write Idiot Wind, but there’s a small chance I will draw a cartoon fox talking smack on you.