[[On our right, a fat man in a top hat. On our left, a man with the face of a fish.]]
FAT MAN: What an absolutely WRETCHED morning I've had!
Woke up with a dreadful pimple. Right up top on the forehead.
Plain view. No hiding that'un.
FAT MAN: I felt like a MONSTER! Like some kind of DEFORMED CREATURE. What a BEASTLY feeling. A real SPIRIT-SINKER.
FAT MAN: Such a horrid way to start the day, knowing everyone'll be STARING at you, thinking you HIDEOUS BEYOND IMAGINING...
FISH FACE: Guh bluh blrrbbuh
FAT MAN: Still PLAGUED, in THIS day and age! Bloody MENACE, pimples.
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{{alt-text: this day couldn't POSSIBLY get any worse! (CUE TORNADO)}}
this day couldn't POSSIBLY get any worse! (CUE TORNADO)
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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