This strip is smokin'!

I hit something of a peak with this series of strips. And, as usual, art was imitating life. We'd had a run of fire drills in Morrison at the time, and we were all getting pretty sick of them. Looking back, I wonder if this strip appealed only to those Morrison dwellers at that particular period of time. Talk about your narrow audience. But I think the experience was universal enough--all dorms were required to have fire drills occasionally. We just happened to have more than our fair share there for a while. I'd like to say the fire drills interrupted something important or romantic, but most likely, it was just mundane studying or listening to one of my 5 CDs.