The last time I had my palm read I was in second grade. One of the second grade witches had somehow picked up palmistry and was spoiling the mystery of our little lives before they even got started. I don’t remember too many details, but the general fortune was good (I didn’t go home traumatized, in any case). Married (correct), kids (wrong), rich (wrong). Of course, it ain’t over till it’s over, as some old baseball fart once said. And, in the world of Grinsane, the end is when things start getting interesting (oooooooooooooooh).
The original idea for this cartoon was to have a smoking plane hooking a turn towards the palmistry shoppe, but then I thought, hm, maybe aliens would be better, or the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, or Godzilla. My wife recommended doing all at once, which I agree is a pretty good idea, but I was like, it’s a small window within an already small space, and I can’t draw that small either. TMI — simplify!
May your fate be a pleasant one, with nice long life lines on two usable hands. Your fate line, incidentally, has you checking back next week for another horror comedy cartoon from Grinsane, so see you again soon!
