The main thing that pissed me off was the fact that the cop who came to my door flatly refused to write a report on my car. I mean, I don’t expect a team of investigators or anything, but I would have liked them to at least put the incident on record as having been an actual crime that actually happened. There are two reasons I’m aware of that he would have refused to do so. The first is that he’s just a lazy piece of shit, in which case he shouldn’t have been a cop in the first place. I understand that paperwork sucks, but that’s part of the job, and you pretty much have to be a moron to become a police officer and then be surprised that people expect certain things out of you. The second reason he might not have wanted to write a report– which I think is the more likely of the two– is that crimes that don’t go on record didn’t officially happen, and the less crimes there are, the more the police can claim to be doing a good job of keeping crime down. Instead of cleaning up the city, they’re just sweeping the crime under the rug so mom won’t see it. It’s bullshit. Total bullshit. Fuck you, Columbus Police Department. Fuck all you useless motherfuckers. I can’t believe I had respect for you a week ago.
I intend to make this series five or six comics long, so let me warn you right now: I am extremely pissed off about the subject involved here and I can assure you that the next half-dozen or so strips will be some of the most venomous, hateful, vitriolic comics I have ever made. That said, we press on in two days.
Any other thoughts?
My initial thought after this was, You know, this is why you’re not supposed to drink when you’re pregnant. This is it right here. This is what happens.
My thought after that was, It really sucks that she isn’t the dumbest person that ever walked into this store.
Al’s band is, in fact, called Sex Panther, and is known for both their rocking and their rolling capabilities.
I’m about to tell you something you’re going to think is a lie: Sex Panther is awesome. Whatever, Matt. You’re just saying that because your roommate is the guitarist. No. Seriously, they’re really good. If you’re looking for a comparison to a little more famous band, I’ll go ahead and say Incubus, but hesitantly. They have a pretty unique sound, and it works out for them. Also, the singer can sing. I know that’s somewhat uncommon among these lower-rent outfits, so I figured I should point that out. Anyway, I’ll point you to their website and let you listen for yourself. Go ahead. Tell ‘em Milbs sent you.