Yes, a new character!

Can you believe they were in H's apartment this whole time, without us noticing? I think we're going to have a lot of fun together.

Oh yeah, and an important disclaimer: I do not mean to encourage or trivialise drug use. If you see this character and want to be like them, there's probably something wrong in your life, like it is in theirs (spoiler alert!), and you should seek help.

Comic transcript

Panel 1:
P is talking to the new character, Rasta-Pigeon (R).
P: Hi! I haven’t seen you in a while. Do you remember me? We attended quite a few lectures together.
R: Yo! Peace, dude! Nice to see ya!
Panel 2:
R: Wait ... How’d you ... get in my apartment?
Panel 3:
H appears.
P: This ... isn’t your apartment. It’s theirs.
R: Ohhhh, wow. Is it chill if I hang some more?
H: NO!
Panel 4:
P: You see, that’s why they called me. The party you came here for was six months ago! You said you just wanted te wait for the next bus and then never left.
Panel 5:
R: Damn, six months, huh? The buses are sooo unreliable in this place, dude. Although, come to think of it, I might have missed a few. You know, the buses go by so fast, flowing through the veins of the city like they were blood vessels of an organism built out of concrete and steel. An organism that grows and grows, man, like a balloon that is inflated until it pops and out comes nothing but smoke. That’s why we need to breath the smoke, man, for when there is smoke, there will also be a bus, know what I mean? Cause the smoke comes out of the bus, ya know. Smoke is to buses as chess is to hummingbirds.
Panel 6:
H: See? That’s why I haven’t been able to get them out of here. I didn’t mind for a few months, since I was lonely anyways, but my parents will come over this weekend. Can you help me?
Panel 7:
P: Buddy, listen. I’ve also been quite lonely myself recently, very lonely in fact, but you can’t just overstay your welcome like that. Please leave.
R: So, ... what you’re saying is ...
Panel 8:
R: ... I can come hang at your place?
P: What? No! I mean, ... come to think of it ... alright, fine.
R: Sweet.