Bloom County by Berkeley Breathed for December 13, 2023

A criminal sociopath whose only crime was not paying his taxes. So far.

Whoa, that dude looks like one of the extras from Deliverance. Opus, jump out of the car and run if he says you remind him of his favorite hog or says that you have a “purty” mouth.

My heeeeaaaart’s ooonnn fire. For Elviiiirrra. Giddy up. A oom papa oom papa oom papa mow mow.

Fear and loathing…

My hearrrrt is on fire, for Elvira…

I went through a hitch-hiking era in the early-mid 70’s. Once I got the heebie-jeebies from a guy who picked me up. They’re out there, all right.

Elivira, mistress of the “Ooo, that’s gonna leave a mark!”

You meet all types on the road

I thought it was an axe.

Go off script! Don’t hop in!

They tell you “don’t pick up hitch-hikers . . . they are all mass-murderers, and you will end up carjacked and killed”.

They tell you “don’t hitch-hike . . . the only people who hitchhike are mass murders, and you will end up kidnapped and killed”.

I’ve given many hitch-hikers rides . . . to their destination or at least farther along on down the road.

I’ve hitch-hiked once . . . and I got a ride from someone who was going to the same place I was.

I’m still alive, and I never kidnapped or killed anyone.

I like how there’s always a portal in whatever Opus happens to be reading!

The only time I gave someone a ride was when I was near where I worked, which was by the airport. There was a road that had very little of anything except warehouses and parking lots. It wouldn’t get anywhere real for a couple miles. A guy was walking along, just as it started to rain. So I offered him a lift. He had an interesting tale. He walking because he’d lost his license from a DWI. He was coming from an AA meeting, which was another few miles back the way he’d already walked. So I was happy I could help him that night. It was risk but I figured anyone walking on that road probably wasn’t out for trouble.

A leftover from a teen slasher movie.

Before she was Elvira, Cassandra Peterson was a Las Vegas showgirl.

Berkeley! Why are you persecuting Mr. Penguin Opus?!

Did he flush your stash, or something?