This comic was written and drawn in 1997 in ballpoint pen. It's biographical. It's about what I found out my roommate had done that day, just before he left to go to Amsterdam.
I scanned it out of my journal today and added the font so you could actually read what I wrote because the scanner wasn't very good.
We're smoking out of bongs in the last panel. Even if that wasn't a cartoon, the statute of limitations has expired anyway, you bastards. I'm still gonna run for office, what do you think of that, big man?