Atticus: Disregard the rest of the story. Put on a party hat and stare out the window while waiting for the "author" to finish his own brutally mundane retelling of his birthday through someone elses IP. Oh also stand on a milkcrate or some bullshit.

Wow ok that's a fuckin' lengthy command.
Whatever, we're finishing the rest of this knockoff comic later so let's just make like a lawnhopper and jump to it.

You wish you could have finished the rest of this in time but you simply just did not want to. That's fine. I didn't really want to either because you are in my shoes in this situation. We both don't want to finish this right now so let's reflect, dog.
18 years. Fuuuuuck man. I don't want to get emotional but I'm starting to feel some sense of time passing. Whaaaaat.
I don't have anything profound to say nvm.


How the fuck do I end this?? This is clearly an impromptu finale to something planned out to be much "grander" so I'm kinda at a loss.
Shit I have my own party to attend to right now. Just plug some sad music into youtube and stare out your own window or something I've got a lifetime of shit I need to go do.

Happy birthday meeee!!!
peace out
-Atticus