Kaotic Shithole

Club Kaos.
Packed nightly with young, very young—not just barely legal, but barely legal to drive—girls.

I never took the time to complete the inking.  I need a staff.  I do like the crafty way I split the 'toon in half by what Fred is thinking and by what Peckerhead is saying and using the table to mark the invisible border of the panels.  It looks open, but there is that divide.
I know.  Go ahead and say it. I'm a fuckin' genius.

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