I Made Something Sickeningly Racist When I Was A Kid

I’m happy to report, it now makes me want to vomit.

Y’all might remember me talking about my early aspirations to be a cartoonist — how it all began with crafting goofy characters into study guides in middle school. The premise was simple: over a few sheets of paper, the characters would encounter all the terms and concepts we had to know for upcoming unit finals.