Roomie and me are putting together idea for a new comic. Scott Adams has been shilling for Get Fit or whatever which has poor art and not so funny humour. The creator wants someone else to draw the strip and will focus on the writing. I think I can be funnier, but writing about workout facilities, gyms, whatnot is not my bag. I have a weird set up where I am, so I will write what I know.
It's a menagerie of one crazed manic depressive alcoholic ex-stripper and video porno starlet, her nonegenarian mother, four cats with distinctive personalities, a sly ferret, a pod of possums and a mean overweight destructive raccon. Oh, not to mention the invading army of fighting gamecocks and their hens, neighborhood dogs and wandering relatives, children and then there's myself, long suffering reactor to all the parade passing thru.