This comic is a little more autobiographical than I usually like to get. One of my first ever bar jobs gave the mopping individual the choice of music. I always, without fail, chose Gorillaz. You know, unless it was Royksopp or Justice or The Presets or other band names that I’m dropping to seem cool.
I’d like to animate this comic but balls, it’s 2am WELP GUESS ITS BED TIME