Saturday, March 19, 2011

it's raining on my grave

original story by horace p sternwall

adapted and illustrated by roy dismas

i was caught like a deer in the headlights

between the devil and the deep blue sea

i was up the creek without a paddle

and the tide was going out

what could i do, but just keep walking

walking and hoping, that somebody would give me a ride

it all began on a hot july day on nebraska

i had just gotten out of the pen

for complete episode, click here

1 comment:

Dan Leo said...

The ribs, the ribs...