INSTRUCTOR: TERRIBLE. Terrible in every way. LOOK at this shoddy work.
His BANGS are crooked. SIDEBURNS look like spider's nests. Poor fellow might as well have stuck his head in the GARBAGE DISPOSAL!
Imagine he's going to a WEDDING. Oh, the dirty LOOKS he'll receive! The PARIAH of his family!
INSTRUCTOR: At the Walforth Barber Academy, our credentialed graduates coif KINGS, POPES and EMPEROR-POPE-KINGS.
But I wouldn't send a TWO-BIT BOULDER-LICKER into a carriage-filled ROADWAY wearing this cheapjack chop-job! Where is your PRIDE, sir!
STUDENT: The corpse kept shifting, sir. I did my level best.
Shall I take another go at him?
INSTRUCTOR: The head's a lost cause. Let's strip him down and begin the waxing test.
STUDENT: Okay this part's pass/fail right?
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Walforth Barber Academy! WE BUY HAIRY CORPSES; enquire within.
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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