Java Jaguar

I have a recurring dream. I’m in negotiations to publish Java Jaguar in the New York Times as a regular Sunday contributor. Just as the contract is being finalized, an intern comes into the editor’s office with a printed proof of Java Jaguar #63.

The editor reads it, looks at me, then says “Really? Potty humor?”

I respond, “The reader’s asked for it!”

Then he turns into a bear and kills me.