Hammering away at issue three of my zine

Stuck at a beach house that’s near one of the most polluted lakes in the world,

I’m alone except for the large, flying bugs that are easy to squash.

I’ve decided against killing them mostly because they’re far too numerous to eradicate.

After hours in front of a computer, I find myself starting to like the bugs.

They’re quiet, never bite and generally remain immobile against the orange walls.

I guess it’s just easier to coexist, as we all have chosen to hang out near the Tiki bar.

BONUS:

While looking for the address of Mike’s Grill for a story, I stumbled upon this great story.