Part 4 (the final part) of the storyline. Bill drives home after Christmas Eve at his mom's house. On the darkened roadway, who does he see but Santa himself, silhouetted against the moon high above.
BILL (muttering to himself): Merry Christmas, little baby brother.
BILL: "Ho ho ho! Merry Christmas, older brother whom I always respected and looked up to and whom I still think about often, even though I never send so much as a FACEBOOK HAPPY BIRTHDAY!"
Apparently Santa can hear him. They speak casually across the distance.
SANTA: Man, this is like my ONE thing
BILL: It's FINE! GO! The REST of us will just be down here NOT being mythologized by an ENTIRE CULTURE!
SANTA: Dude, I'll see you at Easter
BILL (bitterly): Until you slap your face all over THAT, TOO, RIGHT
We leave it there. God bless us everyone!
If I come home to find a wonderful present in my stocking that makes me feel sheepish for being grouchy, I am going to be SO MAD
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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