OK, I'm going to pull a Professor Farnsworth and go off-topic here.
ROB: When I read your story about getting into the fight and how it was not about art, all I could think of is what if it HAD been about art and it was a Tarantino film?
Can you imagine the fight scene as you beat that kid for all he was worth while asking him questions (in the voice of Samuel L. Jackson, of course):
"You sayin' sequential art can't be art?" Punch. "So by that rationale Egyptian murals and hieroglypics ain't nothin' but graphiti?" Punch. "How's this for breakin' the 4th wall, #@$$@#$ @#$@#$er?" Punch. "Am I filling you with a sense of post-modernist irony?" Punch. "How about an urban feeling of angst?" Punch. Punch. "Awe, now you starting to look like a Dali painting." Punch. "Man, you just call me MR. Picasso 'cause both your eyes on the same side your head now!" Punch. Punch. Punch.
I now return you to a serious discussion.