the continuing saga of Sandy, Bill, Nightpumper and the rest.

Saturday, March 7, 2009

strip 61 panel 3

As Nightpumper walks along the city's ripped back sides, he thinks about how the paint of his life, yea, his mere existence is peeling. In other words, he is reflective and thinking about a saying which he read somewhere, sometime back and memorized it because he really thought it pertained to him and his ilk!

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