Sweet Lady H

Let's say it was your job to draw a comic strip about the athletic doings of a small town high school in America. For three or four months every year, your job would involve drawings featuring hot football action. You'd think you'd become pretty skilled at drawing a football game in a way that was coherent to your readers. If you were good, your drawings might surpass coherency and might become actually compelling. Then at the end of the day, you could settle in with a nice glass of scotch and toast yourself on a job well done.

Or you could draw something like this panel, which is neither coherent nor compelling, but would allow you plenty of time to pump more sweet, sweet heroin into your veins.