Years from now when the astronauts stumble upon the tattered remains of I Fought the Law and pore over its hidden secrets to learn more about our ancient civilization, I want them to think, "Man, this Holohan guy really saw things through."
And so, for no other reason than my own vanity, I ask you to bring yourself back in time, to when the class of 2005 had not yet begun studying for the bar, and were still musing over the curious fashionability of graduation robes, and mentally undressing each other with their googly Garfield eyes.
Closure is at hand. One or two more old-skool strips and then it's headlong into the two-toned future.
