Neither This Noir That

Comic Transcript

DRINKY (Narrating): There I was, sitting at a table staring at shadows from a life I only remembered in hazy mornings over three aspirin and a Scotch chaser.

DRINKY (Narrating): At that moment my past was staring at me like a…

DRINKY (Narrating): Like a…

MARK: Like a wolf in a henhouse?

MONK: Like a slap in the face?

ALEX: Like a kid in a carnival freak show?

DRINKY (Narrating): It’s at moments like these when I ask myself “why couldn’t I have been on the run from the Mob?”

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