Oh, if only he had gone! Because nothing impresses an ex-writing professor like a overly-wrought 700 page vanity press turkey about someone dying of cancer. Move over, Morrie; there’s a new dying person in town and her name is Lisa! She was a lawyer and she… liked leaves and sitting on a bench and…umm…
How is this a sensational book-soon-to-be-movie again?
Les continues to unload like a dumptruck full of despair onto poor Cayla, who just stopped by the house to get her cell phone charger she’d accidentally left there. Get comfortable on that porch-swing, Cayla; Les is on a roll and you’re not going *anywhere*
For a comic that treats its readers to dirigible-sized word balloons with entire short stories in them some days, this strip certainly is lacking some details. I know we needed room for that sideways smirk close up but Backache, please! Unless Les was smoking massive amounts of pot and turning in pages of writing journals full of nothing but AC/DC RULES!!! scrawled all over it I fail to see how this dreaming warrior-poet could fail creative writing and be told he’d never be a writer.
I pity the poor Prof that actually did teach Tom Batiuk creative writing back at Kent State– he’s now drawn the ire of a Pulitzer prize winning cartoonist-writer!
DavidO here, filling in for TFHackett, who is currently out doing a “Son of Stuck Funky” book tour.
It must have been a slow day in the shading department when this strip was colored up; what’s with the dramatic shadowing? Maybe they’re trying to imply a nuke just went off a mile down the road from Les’s house but I doubt it. In either case, I’m glad Les said “Cayla” at the beginning of the strip, otherwise we’d have no idea who that white woman coming up the steps to snog was! Once Cayla’s up on the porch, Les does his best Ash impersonation from the end of Army of Darkness, complete with the white stripe on the side of his noggin.
Wow! Today’s strip looks like it’s in 3-D! Weirdly-lit Les offers his explanation to weirdly-lit Cayla as to why he is kissing suddenly blonde Susan.
To his credit, Les recounts the circumstances as they happened, and to her credit, or not, Cayla unquestioningly accepts his account. “Some student must have snapped” the picture, no doubt while watching from the grassy knoll. Totally plausible, as is Cayla’s estimate of “five million people on the internet”.
Son of Stuck Funky 
