By bats | August 30, 2010 - 12:28 pm

So “Dr. Mike,” in a chat on a park bench with his estranged dad Lonnie, forgives years of abandonment, the death of his heart-broken, work-broken mother, and a very messed-up view of love and commitment, in a heartbeat and packs up ol’ Boozy to bring him into his own home?

Very noble.  But a little too “convenient.”  All I’m saying, there might be big-game hunters in Mark Trail, but there are hunters of other kinds, Mrs. Worth…


P.S.  I am NOT responsible for Lonnie’s mortal-coil shuffling routine on 31 August.  That was WAY too much of a gimmee, even for me.

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1 Comment

    August 30, 2010 @ 1:10 PM

    Man, that’s awesome. One of your best yet. Even before I got to the last panel, I was thinking that Dr. Mike was looking awfully Rusty-like.

    Posted by Rimpy