Strom Thurmond and his Feathered Friends

Richard wrote:

This is the place... #3, Meyer Street, Duluth, Georgia.

Corbie wrote:

Yep, check out the mailbox, "Thurmond residence..." and there's a little scribble of a skateboarding owl with a machete or something in it. He's breathing fire for some reason.

Richard wrote:

Yeah... this is the place all right. It looks totally deserted, like no one's been here in months.

Strom Thurmond wrote:

Well whose fault is that then? A bunch of damn lazy writers, that's who!

Corbie wrote:

Why are you the only one here? Where is everybody?

Strom Thurmond wrote:

Well you didn't expect them all to stick around here did you? Whatever happened to responsibility? You young people today, all the same. I blame the "gangsta rap."

Richard wrote:

Hey, we've had our reasons. It's been an interesting few months for us both.

Strom Thurmond wrote:

Reasons? what reasons? Hah, try telling that to poor Ostrich, last I heard he was working as an understudy in some Broadway musical!

Corbie wrote:

Things got pretty hectic for me, Strom. I took a promotion at work. Unfortunately, it was dangerous work. I was attacked by some pretty mean dogs, though I managed to avoid getting hurt, and had to quit because it was driving me crazy. I ended up taking a job in my favorite bar, making far less money per hour, to save my sanity. It was one of the best moves I've made in a long time. I also started up a sweet rock band. Now I'm kind of meandering around, picking up the pieces, starting back on the stuff I really want to do...

Richard wrote:

The last few months have been some the best and worst times of my life. I've been dealing with the breakup with my girlfriend, and actually how to survive being single again. Dealing with all this stuff I've never really dealt with, because I had been in a relationship since I was fifteen years old! Now I'm an adult and I feel so lost and behind. I've also moved into a new place, living with my sister and growing closer to her again after several years of just drifting apart. I couldn't have survived all this without her. I'm just dealing with what my life is now. I've come to realize that in the end, I may have no plans, but that just means that anything can happen. Anything. And that can't be such a bad thing, can it?

Corbie wrote:

But we couldn't just leave you guys hanging. We've wanted to work on the comic, to get it back on track.

Richard wrote:

Definitely. We're going to give it another shot.

Strom Thurmond wrote:

Oh, all right. I guess it's ok. I suppose I can understand. I was young once...

And that's it, in the end it all comes down to a classic joke about how old Strom is.

Strom Thurmond wrote:

Boy were my sixties wild!