Thursday, September 2, 2010

D&D Jailbird Blues Part Thirteen: Cellmate

I can't really describe how sad this guy made me in his torn out crocs, crazy-long toenails and orange prison jumpsuit. He didn't speak in anything above a whispered mumble. I know he probably burned his mind out with drug use, but I still wish the prison guards hadn't yelled at him so much.

There are only FIVE INSTALLMENTS left of this comic! How will it end? The countdown to freedom has begun.

Bonus silly birthday card after the jump:

So the Darling Mrs. Hatke has been going through all our stuff in some kind of cleaning frenzy. She found this extremely silly birthday card I made her a few years ago. Here it is, front and back:


Anonymous said...

I think that poor old guy was (what Mother Teresa called) "Jesus in one of His more distressing disguises." And those prison guards didn't yelled at him and didn't even give him the simple respect any human being deserves. Hmmmm, where have I heard that story before??? Oh, yeah, about 2,000 years ago. Shame on them.

Davidikus said...

Well, you have got me really hooked now. I really really want to know how this ends (well, hopefully!)

Fickle Cattle said...

This is pretty cool. And a little heartbreaking.

Ben Hatke said...

Thanks Davidikus and Fickle Cattle!

It's so cool to see new faces in the combox. The next installment is coming soon. I've got so much going on this week...!