ANOTHER INSTALLMENT IN the annals of Megg the witch, Mogg her feline familiar, their uptight and much put-upon flatmate Owl, and their trainwreck-on-two-legs friend, Werewolf Jones.
One extended episode gives us a glimpse of the quartet and some of their other friends as they were in their last year of high school, an era some them recall as blissful and others recall as hell on earth. But mainly it's just Megg, Mogg, and perhaps one of the others in four rows of three identically-sized panels per page, sitting on the couch, watching television, and getting stoned.
"I'm so perfectly buzzed," says Mogg at one point, under a vast night sky. "I never want to leave "Drug World." Can we never leave?"
"...No...," Megg answers. Then, as if quoting someone, she says "'One More Year.'"
Megg and Mogg are the objective correlative of one of the less advertised truths of drug culture. The good, decent, hard-working people of the world look at them and think they're derelicts. But they don't care what we think. As in they really don't care what we think. That, oddly enough, is their superpower.
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