Today’s entry feels like a filler strip bridging us over to Sunday. In case it was lost on anyone two weeks ago: yes, somehow by conflating time travel and dreams, Old Funky put it in Young Funky’s head to buy a comic that would be ridiculously valuable a mere 25 to 30 years hence. Way to put a big bow on it, TB.
“Sometimes I go about in pity for myself, and all the while a great wind carries me across the sky.” —Ojibwe saying (by way of The Sopranos)
It’s not enough that Funky’s long strange trip has touched on themes of aging parent issues, flirtation with alcoholic relapse, the perils of distracted driving, and leaving one’s youth behind. The Great Wind that is Tom Batiuk cannot rest without piling on yet another “timely” reference to the struggling economy.
Now that he’s banged up and bruised, they’re all getting their licks in at Funky’s expense…the smartass nurse, the wisecracking physical therapist…but nobody has been savoring the schadenfreude more than “Headlight Stuck in a Deer” Holly. Keep it up, you toothless crone…that look that Funky’s giving you in the second panel tells me that your time is gonna come…
Why are we doing this?
I suppose The Guy Upstairs is bored and looking for entertainment again. That would explain the aerial P.O.V. in panel 3: we see what a bored Almighty sees, as He looks down upon Funky working his rehab in the parking lot of the First Church of Westview.
Son of Stuck Funky 