I can't really describe how sad this guy made me in his torn out crocs, crazy-long toenails and orange prison jumpsuit. He didn't speak in anything above a whispered mumble. I know he probably burned his mind out with drug use, but I still wish the prison guards hadn't yelled at him so much.
There are only FIVE INSTALLMENTS left of this comic! How will it end? The countdown to freedom has begun.
Bonus silly birthday card after the jump:
So the Darling Mrs. Hatke has been going through all our stuff in some kind of cleaning frenzy. She found this extremely silly birthday card I made her a few years ago. Here it is, front and back:
