To healthily vent my frustrations with the job, I spent some time drawing a strip called Roach Hotel, which centers around the constant rants and rages of its beleaguered hero, Bill Harp. I know this isn't technically part of the Fresh Fruit series, but otherwise this shit'll never "see the light of day" (I hate how the internet fucks up those kind of expressions, but you know what I mean). Enjoy.
I think people would be much nicer to the hired help if the hired help was armed with pointy shit. I'm just sayin' is all. 
"'Thank you' is not an adequate tip."See, when I was Lindsey Lohan's age, I totally knew how to spell "adequate". Take that, teenage drama queen!
No, Sheryl Crow didn't actually come to the hotel and stiff me, but hey, woulda been funny if she had. And if she had done so in song. Using this song. Which was popular at the time. How topical of me!
"I don't need coffee to jump start my day." Note the 3-D-ness of that table thingie. It's practically LEAPING offa the screen. Admit it, you flinched a little. And um, those squiggly-wormy things are s'posed ta be lines of cocaine. Yeah, I need an illustrator. Bad.
"And if you need anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask somebody else.Thank you."I like how this is the only one where Bill's actually smiling. I should take a moment to point out that, while the job did come with its fair share of bullshit, I did make a ton of cashola. Which I spent on booze, hallucinogens, and sometimes the rent on the double-wide trailer I shared with my boyfriend and two incredibly slovenly (but way shexy) male co-workers. Also, my perpetually unemployed bf would occasionally dip into my pockets and steal loose bills. Hey Mark, if you're reading this, fuck you with a chainsaw. Not gently.
And finally, a variation on "Hey, don't you hate mornings? I do too. Ha ha".
And that was the year that was 2001. More to come.
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Good for people to know.
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