I enjoy these strips where the supernatural happenstance of Sal’s experiences butts heads with the mundane.
Sal, Joyce asked you that question back in her apartment. I don’t think she can hear your answer out here on the rooftops.
Is that a cloud of dust through the doorframe behind Joyce, or just badly-scribbled closet stuffs? In other words, did Sal burst through another door? I don’t know, don’t remember.
Been writing Dumbing of Age for so long that the idea of Jason/Marcie is just…. what? WHAT? no. No. No. Also, dang, Jason, when this whole post-IW! stuff started, you went on about how you were doing this smartly and […] ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
That’s a shitty-ass Christmas gift, Jason. well okay maybe it’s booze that might make it better, if a bit dark, considering
Goddammit, Wilcoxen, what do you have against ponies???? Look, D.J.’s gonna love ponies and dresses AND be President, c’mon.
I could blame Danny, but honestly it’s pretty clear through most of the strips from this period that I was working through some nasty toxic masculinity. C’mon, Danny, ponies are awesome. My two boys love ponies. Get over yourself.
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