I’m writing this from a creepy, Midwestern simulacrum of Los Vegas with my mother. I love my mother very much, but she’s shady as all hell. (She’s inspiring the villain of the next chapter, in fact, though that’s more because she keeps asking when she’s going to be in the comic.) Here’s how shady she is: she has dragged me with her on a “Vacation” which she is taking for the express purpose of counter-scamming timeshare shysters. It’s like watching one person calling out challenges for Three-Card Monte while the other tries to convince them that, no no, they should come play the Shell Game. I’m not certain anything expressly illegal is happening. I just don’t think either one would be able to look a judge in the eye while explaining what they’re actually up to.
Meanwhile, I’m here for moral support, largely because she misses me, but also because I apparently “never write, call, or visit.”
Zach is still drowning in commission work, but there could definitely be worse fates.