Garfield in True Life

In the fifth grade, my teacher would take her students and I to the library to find a book for silent reading. There would always be a mad rush to get to the Garfield books. I remember thinking that Garfield was the funniest thing on the planet (next to Alf).

As I grew up, Garfield lost its humor. It became boring and as about as funny as scrotum kick to a priest.

Now, my love for Garfield has returned with a slight twist. People who post on the internet tubes have begun taking the nationally published Garfield and removing the orange tabby... the result is a sad, depressed, and more accurate view on the life of common man (AKA: reality). Jon Arbukle becomes a hilarious, modern study of schizophrenia and bipolar disorder. These are hilarious and heartbreaking at the same time. I would buy a book of Garfield comics again if the lasagna-feasting feline was MIA. I seem to relate to it more.