I don't sleep very well.

 Tout le monde, bitches.

Although the world knows him only as a mild mannered criminally insane talking rabbit, Billy is The Enabler, scourge of self discipline and responsibility. Remember this, kids, it's not your fault!  

  “You dirty little beast,” said Woundwort. “I hear you’ve attacked one of the Council police and broken his leg. We’ll settle with you here. There’s no need to take you back to Efrafa.” “You crack-brained slave-driver,” answered Bigwig. “I’d like to see you try.” “All right,” said Woundwort, “that’s enough. Who have we got? Vervain, Campion, put him down. The rest of you, start getting these does back to the warren. The prisoner you can leave to me.” “Frith sees you!” cried Bigwig. “You’re not fit to be called a rabbit! May Frith blast you and your foul Owsla full of bullies!” At that instant a dazzling claw of lightning streaked down the length of the sky. The hedge and the distant trees seemed to leap forward in the brilliance of the flash. Immediately upon it came the thunder: a high, tearing noise, as though some huge thing were being ripped to pieces close above, which deepened and turned to enormous blows of dissolution. Then the rain fell like a waterfall. ...

 The Shadow Strikes Again, only this time with some fine tuning from that Maine master, Andibi. https://www.deviantart.com/andibi I am lucky that I know someone who can make a bad drawing somewhat better. Very lucky.

I can't find the artist, writer or issue number of this.  It amazes me that Dredd is still going strong after all these years.  It also amazes me that someone hasn't killed the fascist prick yet.  

Today I went up to Walmart's gas station to buy a pack of cheap cigarettes.  One walks between rows of shelves up to the glassed in booth, there you pay.  Lot's of male enhancement pills and faux amphetamines are displayed for the impulse buyer who doesn't know how to score the real thing off the street.  This place is always busy, but today there was only one man waiting at the booth in front of me.  The clerk is a large black man, probably over 50, who I like and enjoy talking to.  He is exceptionally courteous and that sort of thing brings out the best in my public behavior.  I heard him tell the waiting customer that he had to close for a few minutes for shift change, which is mostly counting the money in the till.  The man in front of me was probably in his mid to late thirties, he was wearing knee length shorts and a t shirt.  This left a lot of skin to display his homemade tattoos.  On the back of his right calf he had a 3...