PolkOut.com is drowning its sorrows!

In Listerine.

So update's late this week.  I know...I don't think anyone really cares.  Last week we got literally tens of views, a sharp decline over previous weeks.  So I guess lots of people, all at once, saw the comic and then decided never to come back.

Sort of a demotivator.

I actually drew a different comic for this update but didn't like it--it ended up just being a hate speech.  Apparently I'm 'conservative' by NYU standards, managing to scare away half of the Atheist, Agnostic, and Free Thinker's Club with a lengthy rant about my plan to bomb the Middle East, instigating what I called a 'societal reboot'--sort of what happened with Italy, Germany, Japan, and much of Southern Asia.  But that didn't go over as well as some dude's idea to eliminate currency or some such sh!t.

I hope you enjoy this one at least, the last panel consists of actual excerpts from an essay I submitted.

In other news: Friday night I ran out of my dorm room freaking out and...to some extent, screaming.  I had one of those hallucinations that appear when you're not quite awake and you're not quite asleep...I was being dismembered by goblins.  It's okay though, I don't think my neighbors can think I'm any weirder than they do now.

Saturday I shattered a man's soul.  I won't name names, but there's a certain establishment the residents of my suite and I visit for a quick bite.  My roommate and I got an extra discount because, we theorize, the Filipino (maybe?) guy who works there has a little thing for him.  Well I went to that establishment Saturday night, inebriated and craving Mexican food.  The guy took my order, pleasant as ever, smiling and friendly, and started making chitchat.  He asked me where Kendrick was, to which I responded--and note, I wasn't sober enough to lie--"I think he went to a movie with his girlfriend."  And then BAM, all the joy and happiness on the guy's face just disintegrated.  I don't think we'll be getting our extra discount anymore.

James bought an XBOX 360 and Gears of War, which we quickly owned.  Worst final boss ever, and the bad guys look like that redhead actress from Desperate Housewives (my roommate dominates our television, I only watch cartoons). 

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