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Here’s the full scoop behind todays comic:
It was the summer of 2005. Logan and I had just finished a term with the
Lake County Americorps program and were gearing up for our next term. We
were out gallivanting around Disappointmentville when we noticed a
vehicle that belonged to one of our two bosses. We found a piece of
paper in Logan’s car and scribbled “Team Unhappy Dino Strikes
Again!” and secured it underneath her windshield. (Team Unhappy Dino
was a name we’d gotten from Mario Party and something we constantly
paraded around as.) Pleased with ourselves that we had written a
friendly note that was chock full of good memories, we skipped off!
Soon after, we received a call from our bosses requesting our presence.
We assumed it was to go over the details of our second term. How wrong
we were. They called me in first, which immediately set off alarms, as
we assumed we would go in together. Once I was in there, I was asked
“Do you recognize this?” and showed our hilarious, memory-laden
note. Only something had changed. Underneath our witty and nostalgic
message, new, foreign text had appeared. Upon closer inspection, it read
“fuck your dead shit.”
It took me a second to process and check my memory banks to ensure that
the new text was indeed not part of our original message. Once I
reassured myself that a third party must have been involved, I freaked
the shit out. I didn’t know what to say, other than “we didn’t
write that part.” They proceeded to show me a survey that they had
given out at the end of the previous Americorps term. This particular
survey had been filled with mean, hateful answers, until the author just
gave up and wrote “fuck” on every page. This survey was Logan’s.
Things did not look good.
I sat outside the office while Logan went inside. I would have loved to
see the look on his crazy face when they showed him his survey. He
probably laughed; seriously, the dude’s nuts. I think the best part is
when we were talking about it afterwards and Logan said “Did I write
It seemed like a pretty sure thing that we weren’t coming back for a
second term, ever. Police
involvement was actually mentioned, as “fuck your dead shit” could
be taken as a very, very poorly worded death threat.
However, in the end, our bosses gave in and believed us. They said that
due to our past records, we deserved the benefit of the doubt.
I still don’t know if Logan wrote that or not. I don’t think he