Update: I have little time. My cursor is perched on the "send" button so I may post this before I am ejected from this public library. I was not able to make it to the border. Al Sharpton and his skin-eating flesh-hounds are hot on my trail. Somewhere along the line I slipped up bad and I fear the consequences are at my door. I was bitten, they have my blood and have uploaded it into the HDD of every one of America's millions of surveillance drones that we should not fear if we aren't breaking the law. They can see me. They can always see me. Soon they will be inside my thoughts as well. Blending in with the local homeless has been my only effective maneuver; if I keep my blood alcohol high, their drones can't detect me, and if I stink of rot their flesh-hounds will be confused. I have been telling everyone my story but they will not believe. Why? If this is the end, truly the end, then know that one man stood against opposition. One man stood against tyranny. One man stood against
Update: I am still hiding from the authorities over what was deemed a racially-charged consumption of an endangered bug species. I am just on the outskirts of a cell tower and have not had Internet for many days. Morale is running low, but still I will press on. To all those that have shown me love in my time here, ur mad gay lol. Hopefully I will make it to the border before their flesh-hounds can get a beat on my scent, and freedom will be all but assured. All the best. -NikH
Update: The bug I ate yesterday was endangered. Charges were pressed and Al Sharpton has declared me a racist.
Here's an update: today I ate a bug.
New comic up, like my 3-inch boner
New comic hea. http://www.memecenter.com/fun/4230569/superhero
Sometimes I remember I'm bad at things and that makes me sad.