SPENCER: Come on, Cynthia. Show's over. Let's go back home.
CYNTHIA: I have taken root.
CYNTHIA: My dress has pressed itself firmly into the voids in the wicker seat-backs. My stockings have wound themselves about the chair-legs. Even the ribbons in my shoes have drilled deep into the earth at my feet. I don't imagine I'll be leaving for a while, if ever. You may wish to come back in twenty years to sit in my shade. Bring a picnic.
SPENCER: So that's it, then? You're planted here? We see ONE play and you decide THIS is where you're settling down?
CYNTHIA: I will flourish here! The soil is rich with nitrates! Better than that CARPETING in your APARTMENT!
SPENCER: I sprinkled manure on that carpet EVERY WEEK for you!
CYNTHIA: Don't pretend that FORGETTING TO CLEAN THE CAT BOX was some sort of MASTER PLAN
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YOUR TEARS ARE ONLY WATERING ME SPENCER
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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