It took me a moment or two, but then I remembered. Sigh…I remembered. In case you weren’t around for THAT whole thing, Ann Apple is Les f*cking Moore’s literary agent, who was instrumental in getting Les’ various masterpieces published. At first, I was so stunned by her inexplicable return that I failed to realize this is supposed to be another pandemic-centric strip. He’s always had that sort of weird like/dislike take on NYC, but why he chose to go there now is anyone’s guess. This is as random as it gets.
Hopefully he stays the hell away from New Jersey, though, as I guarantee he’s one of those guys who does 55 in the left lane, and we really, really hate those people here. And on that note, everyone slide over, we have new SoSF blood coming in! Stay tuned for a brand new SoSF guest host! Check in tomorrow to find out who!
Son of Stuck Funky 
