Bright lights and noise. Strange guests and full rooms. A corner of mischief and a rooftop rumble. Welcome to the party
All of the seasons are considered fitting names for a girl, but not winter. Winter would be a fitting name for a sniper.
I wonder what’s in store for my generation. The previous one seems obsessed with living forever. Perhaps the same will be true of us. Maybe it already is.
Got hammered, tried to find some riots, go baseball!
comic up later, sorry guys,
Dark Side of the Revolution just straight kicked my ass. Google that shit.
Or if you’re too lazy:
So today we might not have a new comic for you. It’s a hectic day. I’m going to give it another shot later, but no promises.
Update is gonna be late today. Sometime after I get out of work, around 5pm PT. done