I don't run these by Sean before I draw them or post them. He'll probably see it around six when he gets outta work . . .
. . . if I go too far he'll let me know. That's what good pals do.

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I don't run these by Sean before I draw them or post them. He'll probably see it around six when he gets outta work . . .
. . . if I go too far he'll let me know. That's what good pals do.
Here's another raw scan for ya'll to see. I try to fit as many on one piece of paper as I can. That stuff doesn't grow on trees ya know!
Andrew came to visit for the weekend and decided to stay! Don't worry, we're not living together. This is what happened last time.
I shouldn't be posting this on the internet. I've just always been fascinated with physical class barriers. Like the door between a kitchen and a dining room, or the metal tube that is an airplane. Oh, how about the barbed wire fences they put up around apartment projects. Those fences where the barbed wire is on the inside, pointed at the people who live in the apartments like they're in jail for being too poor.
I shouldn't be posting this because it might look like I'm complaining about customers who treat me well. I've been in food service for ten years (since I was 15) and currently wait tables for a living. In those ten years, all of my customers (even this one) have been extremely kind to me.
Biting the hand that feeds you, that pays your rent, that types positive Yelp reviews and mentions you by name, is not a classy thing to do.
But man, sometimes, just sometimes, rich people say the darndest things.
Some of these comics are just about Sean and me.