And then My Cousin became a Knife-Weilding Gangster

It would appear my Updated Every Tuesday and Thursday mandate has become a Secretly Only Update On Wednesdays sneak attack. Hey, regular programming lasted for what, three weeks? I call that a win.
 
For my latest run-in with my other self, someone accused me of being a marking assistant at a school in another city and tried to enlist my help to create The Student Assistant Crime-Fighting Heroes Guild or something like that, and it took me several days and some rather convoluted conversations to piece this all together and once again point them in the direction of the Other Me.

All you need is a 12-gallon Rubbermaid

The other week, I was at the beach with my sister and a few old friends reminiscing about the good old days of our childhoods when we lived in exotic places like South Dakota and all you needed for a good time was a box of water and a tree.