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| Farlax deals with an old problem. |
I hold in my hand a photograph of a hotel. Although you can't see it very well (I've sketched it with something like ten lines), this was a building of the old school, a product of the early twentieth century and the type of ostentation which only a temporarily monied small town is capable of. The name on the sign says Blastenhauf, and the second line of the address is Weslaeco, Texas, United States. Next on Zayo, January 15th, we won't step back to the Blastenhauf's glory days, but we will explore its past - and the past of one of our principal characters. The venue is Weslaeco, the comic Nineteen-Ninety-Eight. I'm writing this a little before the fact, but since it comes but once a year, happy Conan Day to you and yours. I've received a few questions through various channels as to how, exactly, this holiday is celebrated. There are private rituals, of course, but the general rule is simply to A) be pathetically hung over and B) think about, draw and live the spirit of savagery. If New Year's Day is more your bag, then have a good one. If not, pound a red nail in your pillar of vengeance for me.
Sincerely,
