Funny, I’ve been reading quite a few dystopian novels recently, and there’s usually some money/power-grubber still looking for ways to make a quick buck right up ’til the end.
It took me ages to figure out how to do a week about “V Zine,” although a long while down the road I did. But it did tickle me that his evidence was a pulp trash magazine he self-wrote.
Despite things working out well for the three and their picnic, and that I would have been as gung-ho as them, I’m still with Vachel in that the difference is perhaps very mightily thin.
I think this strip may be inspired by my brother, who I seem to recall often put off getting ready or doing anything until he felt it was finally really urgent. He has turned out to be a very responsible (more than I) wonderful father. Vachel, on the other hand, never did. :)