Ever wonder what Johnny Ryan does in the privacy of his bedroom, when not cracking the whip at AYC HQ to get his ragtag bullpen of hacks to finish the next issue of Angry Youth Comix? Sipping Cristal off the coast of St. Tropez with P. Diddy and Paris Hilton? Nope. Contemplating new, renewable sources of energy that will render environmentally hazardous fossil fuels obsolete? Nah. He's just sitting at home, alone and naked, obsessively filling up every square inch of white space in his sketchbook while listening to Yanni. Why? Because he loves you, of course, and wants you to love him back. And once you read this, you will (if you don't file a restraining order, that is).