Gabriel is at The Tooth Store, which I think is also called The Orthodontist, having some serious shit done to his mouth hole. The reason I know it's serious is that he didn't want to do a strip about it here. We did manage to do one for Club PA, if that's of interest, but it's an index of his horror at the affair that the way we typically process fear - by containing it within a creative process - wasn't of interest. The archive is stuffed with examples of us doing precisely that!
I think the scary part is probably over by now, but I'm gonna leave him alone today which means no Management of Motorsports - kind of bummer because of how things got left last time. I'll be playing Minion Masters on the stream with my friend and Acquisitions Intoxicated cohost Eric Benson, who (like Lucifer) you may know by different names. I did just receive a text from Michael while I was writing this paragraph that says "Wow, I hate it" so at least he's able to manage some kind of ironic encapsulation.
No doubt his new PS5 will offer some comfort to him this afternoon - a device of ill provenance, no doubt secured at some midnight goblin market. Maybe telling you about it today in a post will provide him a welcome psychic reprieve. I mean, he did wait two months which for him is a shocking affair and constitutes a level of restraint in the face of desire most couldn't manage. I completely gave up on a 3080 and just started doing coke because it was the more cost effective option. Although, I guess it is more of a service model.