Wonderful symbolism in the last panel. As the man's lie of a life begins to crumble down around him, he is forced to face the ghosts of his wanton banjopartying past. Like blackflies, the stringèd instruments swarm towards him; numerous, unceasing, inevitable. He chooses not to run. He faces his fate. He cannot be harmed, for he is already a broken man.
yes i know its thursday
i got linux, and linux does not like mspaint
seriously i tried to get it to run for ages
anyway i did this on not my pc
ill be returning to regular schedule on monday