This week’s strip is dedicated to anyone who’s ever tried to get a job. It is also anti-dedicated to the dirty fucker who stole my bike on friday (that’s Toronto for you). I rudely gesture in your general direction, asshole. Anyway, this week’s comic is also dedicated to my friend Johnny “the Flying Pirahna” Fontaine (he knows who he is), who is going under the knife to repair some damage from a minor tiger attack. Well, not really, but he knows what I’m talkin’ about, so this one’s fer you, J. As for me, uh…well, that’s it for me. I’m off to the bike shop.