[[A bespectacled MAN wits at a writing desk, composing a letter. At his feet is a CAT.]]
MAN: I see you down there. No, you can't come up. Daddy's busy. [[writing]]"Dear Mrs. Pierce. The Department of Defense regrets to inform you..."
[[The CAT is now on the desk.]]
CAT: BRROW?
MAN: Okay, you can come up, but I have to finish this letter. I'll love you in a second. [[writing]] "...regrets to inform you that your son Justin..."
[[The CAT is now laying across the desk.]]
MAN: [[writing]] "...was dismembered by shrapnel from...from an incendiary..."
[[The CAT is now apparently asleep.]]
MAN: <>
CAT: <>
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{{alt-text: pfc. pierce heroically hid in a trench while his legs were located by members of the 1st infantry}}
pfc. pierce heroically hid in a trench while his legs were located by members of the 1st infantry
The computers tell me it was 20 years ago, June 9, 2006, that I arrived in New York for my first-ever comic convention as an exhibitor, MoCCA.
It was an important trip for me, a milestone in what would go on to become my career.
I wrote a little reminiscence on Patreon (free/unlocked) — including a first-since-then reprint of the photocomics I made at the time, documenting the trip!
Read the rest here: [ 20 Years Ago (In Photocomic Form) ]
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