You finally make it home, only to discover that your wife thinks you’re dead and has since remarried. And then she comes over and steals your Glock!
At least you have your sax and the knowledge that you’re not alone — a lot of your associates in ComicsTown have crappy lives, too.
(Oh, yeah, Wally — trombones are not saxophones. They are not sexy. They will never be sexy. Well, a “Rusty Trombone” might be an exception to the rule, but I’m not sure about that.)
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