… so the other day, I met a woman at the bar and she told me this story.
” I was on East Colfax by Franklin about to go into Blush and Blue when this man came up to me, complimented me on my hair, and told me that he was the Black Leprechaun. I was in a hurry to get into the bar, but he held me up telling me that he wanted to show me something. He started digging into his backpack, randomly pulling out thing and asking me to hold them, until he found a battered copy of the Westword at the bottom of the bag.
‘Look!’, he said. “I’m the Black Leprechaun and I’m in the Westword!!!'”
Yep… things are getting kinda meta when my 30 MILES strip about the Black Leprechaun is published in the Westword and he’s carrying it around with him. I would like to meet him again to get a photo of the whole thing, but the only way to do that is to get really drunk and start randomly wandering around Colfax. When the Stars are Right… I’ll run into the Black Leprechaun again.
Probably can get a new 30 MILES strip out of this.