Currently in comic-strip land:
Spiderman’s been fighting on a NYC roof with a pair of vampires for at least two weeks;
Judge Parker’s been trying to talk a suicidal CEO off a NYC roof for at least two weeks;
Mary Worth’s friend Dr. Drew (Manwhore!) has been attempting to break off a “relationship” with a psychotic nurse for at least two weeks (not on a roof);
9CL’s Seth has been discussing Art (the subject, not some guy he met on Fire Island) on his back, with a woman sprawled on top of him, for at least two weeks;
and Les has been talking to dead Lisa about his book-to-film options on a park bench for at least two weeks.
You know, I think I’m going to find a roof-top, maybe on a Southern California hospital, with a bench there, and perhaps with a hot, gay male ballet dancer lying on it…
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