While my current host has kindly given me some breathing room in regards to finding a new place to live this spring, the UTTER FRUSTRATION AND FURY that comes with dealing with the shady criminal class known as the Nova Scotian Landlord is certainly making my blood pressure rise.
For real- I passed on a place because it was a fucking filthy pigsty and the owner re-listed it. At $200 more! The audacity of these people!
So I'm tossing myself into making this comic even though it may or may not see completion, and will very likely not see a second instalment. Just to get something, anything, done. And to get my mind off of my growing desire to go full Bolshevik on the bourgeoisie and their politician lap dogs.