A comic about life, love, death, and baths, in about three colors.
and pleasantries areexchanged, a sand-wich is made, andour protagonistdiscovers the lady ofhis affections is quitespoken for — ahatless "man" with allhis brains in his face— and pays, despitehis sudden desire forstir-fry and egg rolls. scene transpiresin which smiles Jeepers, sandwich time! And so concludes this subplot...

It’s Over


I worked late and arrived at the sandwich shop about twenty minutes before closing. It was empty and the chairs had been stacked on the tables. The cute sandwich girl was casually mopping up. We smiled and waxed mundane for a bit and I eventually got around to complimenting her earrings and makeup, which seemed a bit in conflict with the drab uniforms they wear. Thanks, yeah, my boyfriend and I are going out after I get off…

So it goes.

Life’s drama doesn’t much care for our archetypal story structure: rising action, conflict, resolution and all that. Anyhoo, no need to despair. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and plenty of people that can place a fish between slices of bread with lettuce, onion, tomatoes, and black olives.

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