It’s time to go back in time, y’all.

This is probably one of the stupidest comics I’ve ever done. I realize that I’ve probably said that before, but this time I really mean it.

We need more superheroes that become superheroes because they actively tried to become superheroes. Brave men and women that purposefully bombard themselves with gamma rays, radioactive spiders, the X gene, and/or the Power Cosmic. Winslow’s method might seem a little crude by comparison, but we have to applaud his moxie.

Today’s strip is pretty simple. In fact, the only reason it exists is because last week I drew a raccoon stealing sausages from Annie, and I wanted to follow up with a picture of him sharing his spoils with Winslow. It seems like something Winslow would do.

I’m not going to lie: This comic is largely based on my life. I have three small children, which makes it difficult for me to do… anything. It’s hard to get out of the house to play games or to see movies, even with my wife, which means I sometimes miss out on fun, non-child activities. This isn’t so much a complaint as a wistful look back at the days before I was a parent and had lots of free time.