A comic about life, love, death, and fashion, in about three colors.
It is with sincerest sadness thatI depart the hirsute triumvirate. But I was looking way toogo-go-eighties for comfort.

Descent of Man


Really, I’ve always been more of a sideburns person. But having just quit my real job, I figured what the hell?, and took a vacation from the tedious task of shaving.

Truth be told, I have never had the patience to grow a beard. I can never quite get past the Don Johnson stage.


To say nothing of the displeasure of having to kiss a bearded face. Really, I did it for womankind, most of whom are currently lined up around the block, waiting for the opportunity to kiss me.

Besides, I realized it isn’t the beard that makes the man, but his hat.

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