comic to be titled: how am i supposed to have any hope for the human race?
panel one: i dyed my hair blonde once
panel two: country singers invited me to their motel rooms
panel three: boys fought each other to walk me home
panel four: it wasn’t even that good of a dye job
here is my efforts to turn random thoughts into an art form.
does it work?
at least it keeps me entertained….
note…only one country singer invited me to come to his motel room