The Seattle Star

I laughed and shook his hand and made my way back home. I searched for Sunday Comics for years and years I roamed. I gazed a gazeless stare, we walked a million hills. I must have died alone a long, long time ago.

He’s the man with a plan, got a counterfeit dollar in his hand! He’s Misstra Know-It-All! Take my word, please beware of a man that just don’t give a care! He’s Misstra Know-It-All!

Cubs make fires on the edge of the golf course, but…there’s more of them than us now and they have come to settle scores. So there’s bound to be some Sunday Comics on the B-road where they don’t fly the Stars and Stripes.