Inktober day 15
"Super Sunday. Dawn. My recollections of the last twelve hours are very dim. All that I know for certain is that shortly after I checked in, two third-world androids disguised as hotel employees forced their way into my room; ransacked it, drank all my liquor, did all my drugs, stole my dinner. If the security precautions aren’t beefed up at this space station; I’m looking for safer accommodations. It’s a sad state of affairs when this reporter has to go heavily armed to breakfast."
*this quote is from “Where the Buffalo Roam” with a slight, and dumb, modification.*
I wish I could write a short story comic of Hunter S. Thompson on a space station.
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