I learned early in life that complaining about my situation rarely improves it. I should have stayed in the jar. But I didn’t. Now I have a leaf stuck to my frontal lobe.
Welcome to Bamatick, the Comic! I had to start somewhere, so I chose to begin with the impetus for the name. It all began one fine summer day in the early nineties.
If brains in jars aren’t your cup of tea, fret not; they won’t last long. If brains in jars are your thing, you may consider watching the Matrix, or reading some philosophy, perhaps even researching the resting place for Einstein’s brain.
And a warning…don’t expect.
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