Sorry the comic’s up a little late tonight.
I’d also like to mention, for the record, that this isn’t really a “political” comic. I know it’ll get interpreted that way, and that’s cool with me, but it’s not intended that way. I’ve been told that people have seen subtle political meanings in my comics before, and I find that very strange. I assure you there are no such metaphors in my comics, but hey, take this stuff in as you will.
Another thing: yes, this is kind of a spin-off of this comic.
For those of you familiar with the Columbus area, the aforementioned events took place at the High Five, not the Outland Goth Bar and Grill.
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I love working in a place where stuff like this happens. Most retail managers answer theft with a call to the police. Mine chases the thief down and beats him with a length of chain.
I recently found out that, out of the seven employees at the gas station where I work, I’m the only one who hasn’t been there for two years or more, and I’m starting to see why. The pay isn’t great, and it can be boring at times, but there’s an element of adventure to it that I can see being addictive. The place is located within a cluster of bars near the campus of Ohio State (a VERY large college) and it’s staffed entirely by what I would call a group of rather unusual people. That formula seems to make for a good dose of weird experiences at the workplace.
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When shopping at a pawnbroker, it’s important to remember that not everything is a bargain. The five-dollar DVD player that smells like the front lawn of a frathouse, the twelve-dollar saxophone with a wasp’s nest inside– you don’t want these things.
Back in the twenties the internet wasn’t what it is today. But no matter what these newfangled webcartoonists are doing, I’m going to keep carving my comics onto sheets of aluminum with a chisel.
EDIT: I’m not sure what happened to the T in ‘absorbent.’ For the record.