Father: You are nearly to the age, my son, when you will become a MAN.
Father: Soon, nothing will be HANDED to you any longer. You will FIGHT for everything, SNATCHING every small victory from the unrelenting jaws of FATE.
Father: Each day you must reassert your primacy ANEW over your own destiny. And all the while, your body will DAILY discover new and horrid frailties in its slow, inexorable march towards death.
Son: But Papa! I don't WANNA be a MAN!
Son: By which I mean, I wish I didn't have to grow up.
Father: Okay, yeah. Thanks for clarifying that.
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because, you know, if you're, um, serious, I have some websites you can look at
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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