Graphic novel
My wife grabbed my leg in church at almost the exact same time that I, too, noticed the collections usher was wearing a graphic T-shirt. At this point, it didn't really matter what the shirt read— it was jarring on its own that the 60-something-year-old collections usher was wearing a graphic T-shirt; for reference, the elderly usher next to him moving slowly down the main middle aisle was wearing a too-big green dress shirt with suspenders holding up a pair of jeans that, without the suspenders, would have no doubt been around his ankles, a wardrobe that was at least trying — but as he moved closer it became clear that it absolutely mattered what the T-shirt read. YEAH I'M INTO FITNESS /getting closer/ FIT'N THIS DEER INTO MY I'm delirious at this point. I was barely able to stay awake during the homily and it suddenly feels like I have just polished off three Red Bulls. The letters are so large that it doesn't seem possible so much text can be legibly contained wi...