The Sad, Strange Journey of Al’s Cheeseburger
Wherein Switter makes available to the masses one of the world’s rarest books.
Author’s note: the following was undertaken as a requirement for a college class. I received an F as in failure for my efforts. They did the same thing to my brother artist Van Gogh, so with that in mind, I decided to publish this significant, but reviled, milestone in my artistic career for the enjoyment of my loyal readers. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I do not intend to lose any more ears for my art.
Original Cover:
Page 1 foldout, showing the warmth of the sun shining down to bless the earth and moon. Technical Note: the earth is suspended by a thread so it can rotate realistically in the page, and also, metaphorically.
Page 3 reveals how the warming rays of the sun turn the earth into a bountiful cornucopia from whence comes the various ingredients that come together across vast distances to create a cheeseburger for Al. Bonus question: how many readers knew that those pickles in your refrigerator came from India?
Page 4, wherein the earth’s bounty comes together at a McDonald’s restaurant in the American State of Idaho.
Page 6 reveals how the combined ingredients for Al’s cheeseburger are finally packaged and transmitted to Al at a drive-thru window:
Page 7. Note: the following depiction may not be suitable for all audiences. It reveals the relentless, onward journey of Al’s ill fated cheeseburger, or as I like to think of it, the Giving Cheeseburger.
Page 8. All good things must come to an end, and it is with a certain sadness we see the representation of how those bright, warming rays of the sun, combined with the earth’s fertile soils, ends in darkness and ignominy. We are reminded that each day of our life should be cherished, for our days are numbered and are like the pickles of India, delicious, green, and crisp today, but forgotten forever tomorrow. Never take a single pickle of your life for granted, ever.
The end. (SWIDT)
I was just starting to understand the dust-to-dust thing, and now you go throwing in the pickles. Life in the 21st century has gotten so confusing.
Genius is so often misunderstood. I will never see pickles the same way again.