This strip was written in jest. How sad is it that I have to clarify that?
I have a pretty good relationship with my immediate family, and bear no ill will toward my extended family. I’d be perfectly happy to live in the same town as them if they lived somewhere fit for human habitation.
I know that’s a harsh thing to say. There are people who love the combination of harsh winters, brutal summers, crushing isolation, lack of opportunity, and the omnipresent smell of manure. That’s their thing, and it’s not my place to judge. It is may place to avoid their place, and I do.
Note from Missy: I find it deliciously prescient that this strip was written when we still lived in the same state as his family, but we then proceeded to move three time zones away.
Good news everybody! My most recent novel The Authorities is available now!
I ended up removing the tradmark symbol from the official title. It was playing havoc with the Amazon search algorithm.
NOTE: There was a problem with the link earlier, but it's workign now. Sorry for the trouble.
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