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DOUG: Parking is gonna be awful at the mall today.
CHESTER: Then let's take my car! I've got a disabled placard.
CHESTER: And, oh, man...it changes your life. You never want to go back to the before-times. It's like getting TiVo.
DOUG: You're not disabled! How'd you get the placard?
CHESTER: Some guys claim a mental condition. Others are hard-core and break their own kneecaps.
CHESTER: Me, I couldn't find a doctor to sign me off...so I did the next best thing. I BECAME a doctor.
DOUG: There is NO way you have been to medical school.
CHESTER: I did look into it, but I couldn't find a school that offered the one-week accelerated course I wanted.
CHESTER: So, long story short: my living room is now an accredited medical school.
DOUG: How in the world did you ever get accredited?
CHESTER: I just brought the certificate over from my garage. Oh, which is now an agency of accreditation.
DOUG: B-but how did your garage --
CHESTER: Let me just save you some time. It's turtles all the way down.
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Parking is an important issue to some.
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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