The Scissors Saga: Part Four: The Final Cut

On paper, these scissors ROCK.

And so, the saga comes to an end.  As with every instalment, I promise you every moment and word of this is true.

Here’s part one, part two, and part three, if you’re joining late.

And now…the conclusion.

I’ve edited down the conversation with the guy at the lost and found.  He actually told me quite a bit about his mother and his life as a child in Canada and Armenia.  It was very touching how much my scissors mattered to this guy.  And to me.  And to the nice lady at Air Canada.

Somehow, in a world spinning into chaos, one little thing went right on one day last month.

I’m holding onto that.

Ty the Guy OUT!

Oh, one last thing…

That’s me, my mother and the scissors.  The photo was taken last night, on the one month anniversary of their return.   My mother said to me, “I never gave you those scissors, you know. you just took them.  Technically, they’re still mine.”

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There’s an archive of old Bun Toons if you click here.  Some are funny.  None of the other stories are anywhere near this long, or about scissors, so you’re safe from that, going forward.

The Scissors of Destiny, Part III

Watch closely for the part where white privilege keeps me from being arrested.

Sorry this wasn’t here last week…I was doing an appearance for a local comic store’s birthday party.  We return to the saga of the scissors I had taken from me at Toronto Airport, still in progress….

Here’s part one and part two if you’ve missed them….

And now….

The tear-jerker conclusion next week is worth the wait, I promise.  There won’t be a dry eye on the internet.

CLICK HERE TO READ IT NOW!

Ty the Guy OUT!

Scissors and comic books.  Such a natural fit.

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