Kosher Eucharist / יוקאריסט כשר

In this, the second installment of Tales from the Eucharist, we find our heroes having a philosophical and verbose moment after a long and eventful evening. Collectors and the historically-minded may wish to note that this installment contains the first Tales from the Eucharist appearance of King Jon, a mighty and valorous compatriot, whose deeds on the bass guitar and in the upscale denim shops of New Orleans have long since passed into legend. No, he doesn’t actually wear a crown, but his nickname was King Jon, and you’re allowed to exercise a bit of visual license in a comic. So, without further ado…

The only thing that kept us from actually calling our mothers was the hour. By the time most people were awake, the high had tragically worn off.

Other amusing anecdotes from that particular storied evening (that I would rather not draw) include Chris and me awkwardly trying to ascertain whether the dramatic, if thankfully temporary, shrinkage of one’s business parts as a result of the excessive consumption of amphetamines was a shared side effect. (”So…uh…did you, uh…notice anything weird when you went to take a leak?” “Um…well…”)