Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Training for the Manchester Marathon

It was 8:00 in the morning, 65 degrees, perfect blue sky, birds chirping, and I was a few miles into my 20 mile run for the day, when I ran by a man of the streets. I said good morning to him and then thought about what I had said. When i got down the road I started laughing because I had to get home and draw this comic.

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