Drunken Cat Comics

Recently I visited Brian’s new house. Upon seeing the neighborhood, I noticed that there was a bakery/doughnut shop within walking distance of his home. I only half-jokingly made a comment about how that would be dangerous for me. I’ve lived within walking distance of a bar and been fine. I can control my alcohol intake. But me and baked goods? It’s over. I probably wouldn’t make it a year before they found me face-down in the street, chocolate iced cake doughnut in hand.