I love two things in cartooning: when I find a joke that works both in french and english and when I manage to make people laugh with a cartoon that has a sad back story because I see art as the compost bin of the soul: a way to make beauty out of the bad parts of your life.

This, for example, must have been drawn some time between march of 2016 and march of 2017 because March 16 was the last talk I had with my brother. We were talking and smoking pot in my sister's car and he mentionned that he sometimes crushed pills and adding that to his booze.

One year later, he was dead of a heart attack. Nobody ever know what was in those pills and by the time I had drawn this, I knew already that he was hanging to life just by a thread but did not know how to say it.

In those days, lots of acadians were coming back to the maritimes from the oil fields of Alberta. Okay, Florent had a drinking and drugs problem before and it was already widespread in acadian villages but take someone poor and already addiction-prone, separate him from his friends and family, give him plenty of money and he'll buy himself plenty of "artificial happiness"...