Underworld Ghost.

So I had a smoke alarm that would go off in the middle of the night. 1am3am5am. I’d have to go on a ladder to shut it off. Nothing wrong with the new battery – nothing I could find. I eventually pulled it off of the ceiling in sleepy frustration. Then I felt unsafe so I installed a new one. But it happened all over again. The house I live in in Hollywood was built in 1921 so I fantasized that a silent film clown ghost was fucking with me. That mad weirdly happy. That was the inspiration for this comic strip. Maybe Harry Langdon or Musty Suffer is taking a smoke alarm dump in my house in the night. 

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