Well, it’s that time of year again, where Savannah’s street floor with dumb, drunk people dressed in green. And tonight, I decided to tag along. Giving into the price-gouged beer and food, putting up the the drunken screams of mindless passerbys, and settling into a wonderful drunken stupor.
St. Patty’s Day in Savannah is a double edged sword, it’s hell to put up with, but if you settle in, and just go with it, you’ll be alright.
That being said, I fucking hate St. Patty’s Day.
I love that you broke the fourth and fifth panels of forgotten events in a different way. It’s a more complex kind of blackout.
I love it
you found them on a table at the burger place. I remember.
found them?
He found them and then he ate them.
super transition from the first to last panel . . . color green also added to the festivities