A webcomic of a dude living in the former industrial heartland of the U.S
Semi-yearly updates
Page. One
"If I dont get this job Im killin myself"
Page. Two
Next Day..
"The shortest interview I may have had. I have to wait in the heat, humidity must be the Earth's phlegm.""
"He had to go to the mart.™ for some liquor and tire repair spray. I saw pride for five, a Conan O'Brien TV, and turtle scented car fresheners. Maybe I can buy one of them shotguns they got behind the counter."
"I usually like to cart skate to the car, I was fuckin sluggish though. It was the fluorescent lights that do it, the same thing they do in schools."
"I brought in the trash bin for the original Martha Stewart, shes older than the tv star."
"That is all I remember from yesterday, it has been real mundane lately. It is not all bad though, I wonder if they will be around for practice later. Maybe not, they have been working constantly. I hope they can at least take me to get some smokes."
Page. Three
"They did not accept me, though I would not exactly like being employed to a company that uses some automated robot to take your application."
"No practice today, not even a pack of smokes."
"I did not even notice how a few days went by, Rip Van Winkle on a lesser extent."
"All I remember is nothing, a pattymelt I made, a discussion of death, and some thin from some body I miss and never want to see again."
WANTED: ASSISTANT PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR. THIS IS NOT A JOKE. P.O BOX 777 SEBRING, OHIO 44672. YOU WILL GET PAID FOR EACH JOB WE DO. MUST BRING YOUR OWN WEAPONS. SAFETY NOT GUARANTEED. I HAVE ONLY DONE THIS ONCE BEFORE
