Three lives when you consider that Mike can't ask a woman out on a second date. Four if you count Jenna. And I do. Perhaps the best thing would be for father and son to join forces and bring the killer to justice. Oh, sweet justice.Today's Full Strip
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"Cheer up, Dad, you're not a *complete* failure as a father... See how I've inherited your penchant for tan outerwear?"
Don't fret, Dad. We all have our priorities.
"Uh, by the way, did you kill Richie, or perhaps do you know who did?
"No? Oh well."
It would be a nice gesture for Mikey to have one of those "...and all I got was this lousy t-shirt" shirts printed up for dear ol' dad. Might cheer him up a little. After all he went through!
Wouldn't it be ironic, if Lonnie's roommate is the killer?
"That's a shame...particularly all you went through?"
Pretty mild from the son he left behind. Now, don't you think the mother couldn't have told "Mikey" all this years ago? He never asked why Dad skipped?
Remind's me of Cats in the Cradle:
You see my fury's a hassle and I'm grabbing a brew
But it's sure nice talking to you, Dad
It's been sure nice talking to you"
And as I hung up the phone it occurred to me
He'd grown up just like me
My boy was just like me
Mikey needs to take his dear ol' dad to Chuckie Cheese for some pizza and games! That frown'll turn upside down in no time!
Maybe we should add "I Confess" by the English Beat to the Jukebox?
"I confess yes I ruined three lives/
Did not care 'til I found out that one of them was mine."
Or "Cat's in the Cradle."
@Maude 12:55: I hereby nominate Fred as the killer. Especially if he and Lonnie turn out to be more than roommates.
and Lonnie says, "Fred YOU killed Richie? Well yeah, he was a friend of mine but he could sometimes be a jerk. Water under the bridge."
Is it too late to pray that there's a bomb under their bench in the park?
And in Tuesday's strip we're spoon-fed the message that we were clearly heading towards all along: "Alcohol's the devil, Mikey!" How ham-handed can you get? Makes me want... a drink.
Pretty cool how the park bench starts to open up into a futon over time.
Alcohol is the devil? PLease. What a cop out, Lonnie, blame the bottle for your screwups. HOw immature.
By the way dad, I was only kidding about how upset I was that you abandoned us.
Because after all, what's important is that you followed your dream.
Your dream to become an incompetent, impotent, wannabee vigilante. The funny part is you were already basically kind of a loser when you were hanging out with Richie, leaving me to pick out bathrobes for mom. Dad, you already sucked, even back then! Voila!
Don't drink and draw! At first I thought Lonnie was grabbing Mikey from behind or something!
I've been out of town and not able to always check in, and can honestly say, this story is more boring since Dr. Mike's dad finally showed up. I hope Mary's been taking Dr. Mike's patients while he's been busy on the park bench, and that Mary was able to force breakthrough's in each session.
Ouch! Being away from internet makes person forget regular 's' and possessive 's'. Does Mary offer grammar and punctuation classes in between her therapy sessions?
@Robert - I picture a whole bunch of these kinds of family "reunions" going on all over the varied landscape of Santa Royale, thanks to Mary having taken over Dr. Mike's green couch. We're only seeing the tip of the excruciatingly boring iceberg. Wonder what Jenna's up to?
@Robert 3:48: Mary may not offer grammar and punctuation lessons, but I do. I'm a copy editor by trade. Now don't get all crazy if I make a misteak, though. ;)
'That's a shame, after all you went through'???????????'
What? What?
Mikey 'Love may not be for me' turns into Mr. Empathy after panels and panels of hand opera about Lonnie, the Worst Dad Ever.
Sheesh.
Oh, and don't drink the demon alcohol.
Um, after this story line ... bartender?
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