Look at me Ma!

lba on April 10, 2008

It's been quite a while since we last saw Dee and it seems he's gotten a little bit more, shall we say brash? He's come out of his hole and unfortunately I don't think the world was quite ready for it. Also, for the record: I was not at any point during the conception, creation or posting of this comic nude and/or naked myself. I've personally never been the type to go streaking myself as I have this little thing about not being arrested for public indecency, but I must say that that's not much of an issue for Dee apparently. After all, I'm sure the police in the world of Last Words have far more important things to deal with.

In some ways today's reminds me of the last time I went to the Woodward Dream Cruise in my hometown of Detroit. Each year, hundreds of thousands of people descend upon Detroit with their classic cars for the biggest vintage car show in the world, and often the collection of people and cars ( To say nothing of the wide assortment of fermented beverages present as well. ) results in some strange and hilarious events. And so it occurred that at the last Dream Cruise I attended the police attempted to apprehend a gentleman who had been making rude gestures ( I dare say, some of them were even downright sexual. ) at passing motorists. When they attempted to take him into custody he began to fight back, in and of itself nothing special. However, the next bit I believe makes it rather unusual. In order to escape, the man took off his pants. And so, here we have a half-nude man running through the neighborhoods where I lived. Later on, as the police were searching they entered a house that appeared to have nobody home and was open. Deciding they had probable cause to enter, the officers went in with weapons drawn in order to confront one of the most evil people possible: my father, who was at home working in his study. As best as I can recall the exact conversation went something like this:
“Are you the homeowner?”
“Who else would I be? What the heck are you doing in my house?!”
“Well sir, we have a wanted suspect in the area without his pants. We thought you could be him.”
“Well does it look like I'm standing here in front of you in my underwear?”

The story I'm telling here is my way of answering a particular question I've gotten with the same frequency a lot of other people get “where do your ideas come from?” and feel that I should address. Namely the question is: “What kind of life do you lead that makes you think of this stuff?” And my answer is always: Do you really want to know that?