I suppose most goth chicks would prefer vampires, but anything’s possible on this great crazy blue marble we call earth. Or the version that all these beasties live on anyway.
Growing up, before the intertubes arrived and became stuffed full of comics, the daily newspaper was pretty much my sole source for strips. My palette was young and not yet toughened by crap such as Cathy, so I enjoyed pretty much all the ones the papers offered (barring Mary Worth of course). But the ones I always liked best were the ones with a sliver of narrative running through them. Even though the stories were mostly as retarded as Simple Jack, I could never get enough of them. All they had to do was lose Odie for a week and I was thrust to the edge of my seat …