(the part of the moose is played here by the mouse.)
Once upon a time, I had been at a job long enough to have a week paid vacation. So I rented a car and drove across canada to have dinner with a guy in halifax. 4000 miles.
Five years later, I wrote it down, called it the moose story. Because there was a moose in it. But that computer got stolen, and I didn't have a backup. So recently I rewrote it.
It had too much sexual content to put on my blogs,and was too literate for the smut sites, so it didn't really have an audience. But it, the original not the rewrite, was one of the few pieces of my
writing that I've liked. It's too detailed to try to fit into a three panel comic.
stay tuned for next week's exciting episode, a boy and his aardvark
Really short version : I went to canada and saw a moose. The end.
