Confession time, folks: I have no idea what goes on in these stories.

Like Chester Gould and Bill Watterson, two of my comic heroes, I seldom, if ever, write stories knowing how they’re going to end or even progress. Therefore it’s often just as much of a surprise to me as to the readers when weird stuff happens.  That said, I have no idea what’s going on in the comic above and even I’m stupefied. I hope you will all join me in a slow head shake, thinking, “…what the hell is going on?”

I’ll give a prize sketch to the first person to name all of the songs Scapula is blathering out.