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I didn’t plan for back-to-back (chronological) Tales by the same artist, but that’s how it worked out: pencils and inks again by Rick Worley.

I make no apology about the fact that this Tale features a flock of high school boys. I still enjoyed looking at 17-year-olds when I was nearly 20, and I still enjoy them today.

After all, in 1995 I really liked listening to music by Pansy Division (as hinted at in this story). My tastes have broadened since then – I’m even listening to a fucking country song on the radio as I write this – but why shouldn’t I still enjoy listening to “Ring of Joy”?