Totally forgot about this one until I was reorganizing my stuff. 2-Strats tells Dicknose, who doesn’t actually listen when you talk to him, to make him Rodka. The half-measure taken by the forgetful Dicknose is turns out to be a real cocktail. Dated 5.12.
In the bread truck on the way to Sleenis, Stretch puts the radio on and gets more than he bargained for. 2-Strats has to think quick to save the day.
Spring is in the air. Stretch insists that he’s sensitive to changes in atmospheric pressure, and that moreover it affects his beer consumption.
We’ll close out this series of stoner 2-Strats comics from back in the day with this one dated 6.05. 2-Strats attempts to watch a western (Tombstone?) on the DVD player. This character’s megalomania, paranoia and snack appetite are starting to develop.
Another bong-hitter dated 5.05. This one got fucked with in the intervening years so it’s taped on the back of the upper left corner. Note the Aqua Teen Hunger Force reference in panel 2. I guess I’d recently learned that Crohn’s Disease is someone’s name and not a super-mean disease name for old scary women, or crones, as the fairy tales say, and felt the need to create contrast.
I recall one of my friends being very pleased with the idea of Doom Porn after I made it up, as doom metal was a hot button in those days. He’s like what, is the porn like “uuhhhhhggghh” and he moved his hips downward really slowly. I’m like, exactly.
2-Strats and the Misfits lyrics plus the guy with the brass helmet with the Fuck Pig, something I made up in like seventh grade. Dated 12.04.
I can pretty much confirm I was on full grass when I drew these.
2-Strats shows how basic it is to mack a broad. Ment 2 B basic, to be precise. I guess he figured that the Cure shirt was a sure sign. Dated 4.06. Some great original words right from the source.
This one is dated 5/2005. 2-Strats talks about going and getting a seesh (little seizure’s pizza) somewhere in Santa Cruz County, like the one on Ocean in the beach flats.
Evident is my awareness of the KKK’s control of central California as well as an example of my disgust with the indie rock scene I was a part of. The guy in the second and last panels represents one of 25,000 junkies playing the Aptos Club in any given year until it closed in 2006 or so, thereby making it hard for my friends’ bands to get gigs. And Misfits lyrics on top of all that. These were quite the comics!
2-Strats, Cornhouse and Luke-Ass not only get themselves shut down by the fuzz, but in the process get themselves dissed by the two smug cops as well. A disastrous house show all told. I will mail a poster to whomever can tell me in a comment what town this comic must take place in.
2-Strats goes to visit a local amplifier repairman. He gets more than he bargained for! Or does he??