Finally, I scanned ink.re.ments #3 for your viewing pleasure. This little adventure actually happened to me when I was a wee lad in a parking lot down the street from my house. What I was doing in a parking lot that young unsupervised I'll never know. Part two, next!I swear he called me a hippie.
6 comments:
What a grouch, er, aged skinhead! Poor little kid.
So sad when kids are being treated like that.
Ha, ha, yeah, I remember that guy as being over the top grouchy. It ended up that he didn't really call the cops on me, he was just trying to scare the bejeezus out of me. In the next cartoon, you'll see that I did that to myself due to a rather ominous coincidence.
"Hippie?" I remember the younger you as more of an "urchin."
...who became a penniless waif.
Yeah, obviously I didn't make a very good hippie, look at the hair.
And that's Urchin-American to you, mister.
You bottle breakin' no-goodnik.
I hate hippies. You, sir, are no hippie.
Hehe, I suppose there are worse things...
I like the new avatar.
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