Back in high school, a friend and I collaborated on a comic book in Anatomy class instead of listening to the lectures. We didn’t know what the comic book would be about, but simply worked on different pages, drawing a few boxes at a time, then trading off with one another to continue what the other had started. In time we somehow developed characters and brought all the events together in a [somewhat] coherent narrative. And Mr. Shuffles was born. If I remember correctly, Keith traded copies to a local c-store for cigarettes, and the c-store somehow sold them. We sold a few copies around the school, too. Off to different things after high school, we began a sequel, corresponding by mail. That sequel is still twenty years in the making.