Job.

Through circumstances I can't remember, I got into it with my editor at the paper, and in the heat of the moment was told that he could fire me just for being gay if he felt like it. Consider the irony that my job was drawing a gay themed comic strip. In any case, it occurred to me that Tad had no income (until Frank showed up) so I should give him a job. I picked fast food because I'd worked McDonalds while at Illinois State getting my masters. Humiliating job - and this was in 1997 when it still had some element of decency to it; but if nothing else, it gave me some new backgrounds to draw for a week. I'm still fighting the need to cram every square inch with doodads, unfortunately.