I just couldn't get the gangsta from Peoria out of my head (see strip 17), so this one just popped into my head. I hope I properly illustrated just how nonsensical the evolution of Hip Hop communication has become. Maybe I'm just getting old, but I miss the days of Public Enemy, when the tracks had a message and I could understand WHY the black man yelling through my speakers was mad at me. Man, Public Enemy was so good even I wanted to kill whitey, and I WAS whitey. Still am, kinda.

I went to the heart of Texas yesterday, to a little town called Evant. It's claims to fame, it would seem, are friendly people and horrible french fries. I'm serious. Those fries were so bad, they should be punishment for shoplifting.

On the up side, I have decided to keep a notebook by my bed so that when I have ideas, I can write them down intead of using my traditional method of assuring myself that I will remember them, and then cursing at the air like a crazy homeless person when I realize that I forgot why my idea was funny.