[[STAN and PHIL ride their horses through an unnamed city.]]
STAN: There you are! I've been waiting an hour!
PHIL: Sorry
PHIL: You know, I think falling back into a warm bed after briefly getting up is probably life's single greatest visceral pleasure.
PHIL: Don't get me wrong. Kissing a sweetheart, holding a baby, saving a dog from a rushing river...these are all nice ways to spend a lazy afternoon.
PHIL: But for a pure, all-natural rush of just absolute basic satisfaction...nothing can match the bed.
PHIL: It's a joy both immediate and fleeting. You stay in bed too long, you get a headache. It's just that first moment, when your body slides back into the covers - MAN!
PHIL: I'm telling you. It's better than winning an ice cream Nobel Prize. Better than a runner's high brought on by hugging your mom. It's better than everything.
STAN: Better than having breakfast with your very close and personal friend, as the two of you had planned weeks ago?
PHIL: Well I think history can answer that question
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{{alt-text: This is a very elaborate hedonist construct you've gone to simply to disclaim personal responsibility for being late.}}
This is a very elaborate hedonist construct you've gone to simply to disclaim personal responsibility for being late.
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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