Oh sure, his big funky hardback graphic novels are literary scalpels that slice deep into the heart of the human condition - and are also a load of fun - but I miss the weird little four-page things Dan Clowes would do for Eightball.
Some of them stick in the mind far more than the stories told in Wilson and The Death Ray - even a couple of pages about art school cliches can spark a whole movie. But my favourite will always be this thing from Eightball #6, which still floats up in my mind when I'm stuck on a crowded train, because who hasn't thought these kinds of thoughts?
I always think I'd be the first to be eaten alive. No question.
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