Ballard Street by Jerry Van Amerongen for November 09, 2018

I don’t blame you Carson. A bunch of artsy-fartsy types discussing pre-futurist nihilist expressions of the limbic art impulse. But watch out for that spoon!

(Carson is a Mme Deuxcouleur kind of guy.)

Or, did the party give up on Carson?

Looks like Carson was augmenting his tea with a little nip from his flask.

Great comic. Great drawing, great punch line. Great Scott!!

Don’t give up. Life is one lamp shade away.

Here’s Johnny!

I’ve been to the parties at Mildred and Melvin’s house. Everyone nibbling on unidentifiable bits on crackers and discussing whatever Dennis said. Who can blame Carson, he gave up Friday night football for that!

Another spoonerism from Carson, who finds that this party is just not his cup of tea. But at least he’s not down in his cups and seeing flying saucers.

Some people will do anything to attract attention.

Carson was born with a silver spoon in his mouth..& never let go.

The Hanged Man. (Notice you can’t see Carson’s hands.)

Last party I was at, the food was horrible and I couldn’t drink because of the meds!

It looks like it’s his cup of tea, right up his alley!!!

I’m with you, Carson.

“Just give up.”

Has a nice ring to it.

I should have it put on a T-shirt.

Make your own fun. But, keep your pants on. Please.

I think Carson may have brought along his “kit”…

What, no Mary Worth muffins? No wonder Carson gives up.

Remarkable control Carson has.. years of practice no doubt

Carson’s in Xanadu and hoping no “person from Porlock” will show up.

Carson was the joke of the hypnotist , when I snap my hands you will become a seal.

The lamps shades are all bolted down after the last party. :)