Man, this Thursday start for hashtag PAX East is something I still have to get my head around. Doing the first day of the show and then rebuilding my mind - from something designed for instant output to something more measured - is wild as hell mid-show. For West, it's after the third day, so I'm so tired that the words just fall out. Today's comic follows Wednesday's, in the terrifying nineties, and concerns a kind of dark equine prophecy.
