This illustration came to me while I was watching the Royal Tenenbaums: The a scene in which Pagota stabs Royal with a pen knife and calls him a son-of-a-bitch. It seemed natural to me that a similar scene might perhaps take place in the parking lot of an East St Louis strip joint at dawn. I thought a stabbing would be a little brutal, though, so I went with a knee in the gut. I once saw three men dressed as Santa Claus hanging out together at a place called Pop’s, right next to the OZ. They were smoking cigarettes over drinks in the wee morning hours, and the scene was very strange, especially to the soundtrack of a band called Two-Dick Bob. And it was in the middle of the summer. At any rate, that’s why I chose Santa Claus as the victim of the beating shown above. I would’ve depicted the whole scene in the parking lot of Pop’s, but the parking lot outside of Pop’s isn’t as barren as the one outsize OZ. This turned out to be the most depressing scene I’ve ever illustrated.