Panel 1
Text Box: Day One
Lester stands in front of his bed, wearing PJs.
Lester: Aw hell yeah, man. Fresh sheets!

Panel 2
Text Box: Day One
Lester is lying in bed.
Lester: God this is nice. I gotta clean these more often. From now on I’m washing these once a week.

Panel 3
Text Box: Day Seven
Lester: Y’know these still feel pretty fresh. I can let ‘em go a few more days.

Panel 4
Text Box: Day Fifteen
Lester: Alright, I stretched it too far. Gonna’ have to wash these tomorrow for sure.

Panel 5
Text Box: Day Twenty-Four
Lester: I let myself down. I really need to start giving more of a shit about stuff in general.

Panel 6
Text Box: Day Thirty-Seven
Lester: Fucking loser. Can’t even properly take care of your own home. No wonder no one loves you.

Panel 7
Text Box: Day Fifty-Six
Lester: I deserve this. This filthy hovel is the perfect coffin for my disgusting corpse.

Panel 8
Text Box: Day One
Lester stands in front of his bed, wearing PJs.
Lester: Aw hell yeah, man. Fresh sheets!

Spin Cycle

The rigors of adulthood are sometimes too much to bear. Often, I want to strip naked and climb up a tree to live like my ancestors. But when I do that 'society' tells me, "Sir, this is a public park. You're under arrest." Fucking bullshit.

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