The fourty-first comic: #947 Giraffes in my Hair
Here's a semi-road strip story, of a hippy in the 60s kicked out of his house and going on a road trip and other adventures. This leads to Disneyland on acid (well, not quite), reaching to all corners of the US and slightly beyond and there's a rebellious streak in him through a lot of this - mostly drug based and some relatively minor crimes. At the same time, and I'm not sure whether this is intentional, it feels a bit petty - trying to defend a rock star image that doesn't really come through. The stories are entertaining, but I'm not sure my sympathy was always quite there.
One of the things it helps is that it's a good setting for the art, which isn't overly detailed. The charcoal art is simple but expressive enough to tell the story, giving it a more memorable look. It works, here, and makes it more pleasant to read. It's a shame the lettering doesn't hold up near the end - one of those things you just don't notice until it goes bad.