[[A young fellow, ARSTUR, speaks to his father, BLORTHINGTON, who sits at a desk covered in papers.]]
ARSTUR: There's this great girl I cross paths with at school. I'd love to get to know her better.
BLORTHINGTON: Here's what I did when I was your age!
BLORTHINGTON: There was a WONDERFUL girl I knew. I was terrified of letting her know I liked her, so I would never make eye contact with her, never say more than a few words to her. Always played it cool, you know?
BLORTHINGTON: She was GREAT. Very friendly, even a bit flirty...but I never let on how much I crushed on her. Didn't want to seem like a creeper -- wanted to let HER make the first move, from a place of comfort. This went on for YEARS. Man. She was AMAZING.
ARSTUR: Wow. And that's how you met Mom?
BLORTHINGTON: Oh, no! I found out later this girl never even learned my name. Your mother and I met in a support group for sufferers of INVERTED PATELLA SYNDROME. So if you've ever wondered why your kneecaps are concave, well, you do come by it honestly
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I bring up the story not because I think it's at all helpful to your situation, but because I never really stop thinking about it
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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