Lynch phoned in the strip weekly. Someone would take down his instructions ("First frame nothing. Second frame balloon from inside the house saying...") and then Geoff, the production guy, would make the balloons and text. All of the comic was therefore in Geoff's handwriting.
When I saw The David Lynch Daily Weather Report and heard his voice I immediately flashed back to taking those calls. "Hello, Los Angeles Reader." "Hi. I got a DOG for ya."
I don't miss the poverty, the craziness, the abuse, the other poverty, or the overall depressive funk of those years, but I do miss getting a DOG from DAVID LYNCH on the PHONE.
Geoff's a big time music industry dude now, produces Velvet Underground reissues and stuff.