I’d like to thank my mom for this strip, who gave me the idea umpteen years ago, when Kramer was still missing. She mentioned something about a guy in a classic rock band who’d gone on to be a scientist, but ended up getting into some heavy shit with the feds for his inventions and disappeared under mysterious circumstances. Accurate enough for me to remember the outline of Kramer’s story, certainly.

I don’t know what was going through Kramer’s head as he drove down Decker Canyon Road. I do know there are resources for the terrible states of mind that can strike anyone, anytime. If you feel you’re reaching the end of your rope, please consider calling the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline at 1-800-273-TALK (8255). I will try not to turn BbS into a giant PSA in the future, but in the midst of doing this comic, I wished another outcome had eliminated the opportunity to make it.