When I was 10 years old, my family had a large reunion on my father’s side in Oklahoma. I met my great uncle Joe and his family and was subjected to the horrors of using an outhouse. I couldn’t believe that their toilet was not inside their home. Or that their farm had little in the ways of what I was used to in modern conveniences – but they didn’t seem to mind or even know they were missing anything – that’s just how life had always been for them. The imagery and of course the smell have always had a lasting impression on me, so naturally I had to add them to this comic.