It is days like today that I wish someone would go out and burn all the grass in the entire state. I hate grass pollen. It screws up my head when I’m not taking sudefed and screws up my head when I am. Grass growing next to the highway is the worst. Here I am driving a a twenty-five year old pick-up at seventy miles an hour and sneezing every ten seconds or so. That’s way safe, huh?
You’d think small minded control freaks would use this as an opportunity to pass some legislation requiring goats to eat all the grass next to the highway so people won’t sneeze, but no! Eatting grass is is dangerous to the goats.
I recommend fire. We need a bunch of those old cowboy types who used to be employed burning out the irrigation ditches out next to the high burning every bit of grass to be seen.
Whatever. Not only does grass pollen make me a dangerous driver (I deliver pizza for a living, so I’m also sneezing every ten seconds on city streets getting my pizza out to you), but it also interfers with my comic. I can’t draw and sneeze at the same time. I am trying however. Below is an image that if you click on it, you can see the entire comic on my webcomic Cobalt City.
(BTW: the quote in the image above comes from Ernest Becker’s The Denial of Death.)