And so we see: the scene hasn’t changed much for poor old Pargimus. Still seated at the base of the stairs from the Blackwater Mental Hospital (I think I called it). Of course, things have grown up and his hair has grown down, but for whatever reason, he’s still hanging around the place. It’s almost as if he doesn’t have anything better to do than obsess about the institutions of his youth, no matter how decrepit or out-of-date or irrelevant. Weird, huh?
Interesting historical sidebar (not): there are versions of Tales Of October out there with only the first three short stories, meaning “without this one”. “Welcome To The City (Reprise)” took longer to finish than I originally intended, so the initial comic was first printed without this “conclusion” (I like quotes; deal with it) and instead with two pages of an unfinished Odd-Job Rod story in the back… probably in order to be ready-for-sale for some comic convention I attended years back. A poorly-informed halfwit could consider those first printings a “collector’s item”… assuming anyone besides myself gave half a damn.
Whoops, sliding from self-mockery into self-pity land; better steer a course for higher, drier ground! Full speed ahead!! TOOOOOT!!!
(Er, whatnow?) See you in five days, ye crusty landlubber!
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