Even though JAQrabbit Tales isn’t strictly autobiographical, it takes much the same form as autobio comix. Most of the time they’re the province of singular auteurs, but not always. Harvey Pekar, for example, didn’t draw, so he enlisted a whole range of artists to turn his stories into comix, including Robert Crumb, Frank Stack, Dean Haspiel, and I’m going to stop at the first three I thought of, to avoid trying to curate a representative list.

I do draw, of course, but as I explained last week, I can’t do this whole thing myself. I think Pekar’s work benefited from the varying artists, and it certainly couldn’t hurt mine! The only question is how to maintain strict authorial control … and the answer is: don’t!

For example, even if you ignore the fact that Jason here is a dozen years younger than in “Cruising the Love Boat”, he doesn’t look quite the same. Which isn’t the point. One of the reasons Rick agreed to draw this story is because he thought it would be fun to draw Batman fucking Robin, and if that means drawing Jason more twinky … cool! The essence is there. He’s got dark hair, a goatee, and a foreskin. He’s a horny perv. He’s saying the words I gave him. It’s all good.

Truth be told, I play with my appearance to fit my mood and the story too. I fictionalize people, I fudge the details of events, I hazily reconstruct things from memory, and I even make shit up in the interest of a better story. Because it’s not a documentary, it’s telling tales.

NEXT: Jason’s training as Robin begins!