I realize there's a war going on, but I'm not going to let a little thing like armed global conflict interrupt my nonsensical cartooning. The centerpiece of this week's adventure (by which I mean the center frame) actually happened on the night I graduated from college, a night which precipitated a month of drunken unemployment, a new car, and several heartfelt conversations with Chatbot. In short, a simpler time for a simpler people. While I'm not entirely sure I've reproduced the physics-illiterate would-be beer drinker accurately, the renditions of the two disinterested onlookers in the background are pretty much bang-on, right down to the diaphanous sleeves and satchel-strap.
Other elements of that particular party that didn't make it out of my pen were the fact that the party was held in an apartment complex that used to be a barn, and there was a bonfire that drew some firefighters who were sweet-talked away by one of the tallest female future veterinarians ever I did see. Jason's sister was there, too. No, not that Jason, the other Jason.
There's some lovely war-related talk going on elsewhere on the Cement Horizon. Check some of that out, why don't you.