I’ve been to a couple of bars and parties where you always have this one person who gets almost-passed-out drunk and wants to heckle somebody for no logically apparent reason.

They just think it’s the epitome of entertainment and coolness to spend an entire night hounding some defenseless guy and making fun of him.

They’ll joke on his outfit, haircut, the way he dances, and also the way he’s avoiding dancing. It’s like having your own personal, private bully to make you feel about yea tall.

I know you’ve seen this type of person. They ruin the party for everyone.

You wanna stand up and say something in the victim’s defense, but you know full well that if you try to protect the wounded, this doofus of a bully is gonna turn his attention to you.

This is something you just don’t want happening, so you keep your silence and continue watching this other poor sould get verbally reamed in front of everyone.

Better him than you, right?

Right!

Then I imagined how much more humorous it would be if the guy that was heckling you and telling ‘yo mama’ zingers was your very own, dear old DAD! That where the concept for this strip came from.

My mind wanders off into strange, unknown territory and I just grab a pen and pursue it as best I can. Sometimes it gets away from me, but a majority of the time I can nail it. This is one of those few, fleeting moments.