Gotta Run…

The penultimate strip in the first story arc pays homage to that horrible feeling we’ve all had where someone does or says something that bothers you and all day you’re stewing. You’re mad because you could have said something clever, smart or funny to crush your foe in one fucking sentence if you were 10% smarter. Then 6 hours later in the shower with a head full of spite and a body covered in mid-tier bar soap it happens, you think of the perfect fucking thing you should have said. Now you just wonder how long you’d have to stay in the shower to drown yourself.

I really fucked this series up by losing the dialogue outline I had written and having to scramble to figure out the best way to make this shit work as best I can. Thanks to the homie @frankbfallon for letting me run this strip by him before I posted it to see if the damn thing made sense and to my wife for being my proof reader and pointing out all my spelling mistakes.