This Isn't My Beautiful House

I wrote a beautiful synopsis once, but it died. Like the kid's parents. And what a synopsis it was! My synopsis bore it all. Naked. Unafraid. It wasn't like the kid's parents. It didn't die and leave me to take care of its snotty kid. It was nice to me. It explained everything. It knew me. It WAS me. What you know about gag-a-day comics are dead too. This comic is a lie, just like me. There's a plot, but it's not linear. Hope you can follow. I hope you can see me.