EUGENE [[visiting OTTO in the hospital]]: What happened? Your ridiculous money-redemption scheme was going so well!
OTTO: TOO well. I flew too high, too close to the sun. I got on some radars.
OTTO: Five men in pinstriped suits. Didn't play around.
EUGENE: Gangsters?
OTTO: Wall Street bankers. They said - <>
OTTO [[narrating the flashback of the assault]]: They said, "We hear you've been collecting money for the act of shuffling imaginary things around. We hear you're being a worthless parasite, inventing new ways to enrich yourself while adding nothing to the value of the world!"
OTTO: Then, WHAM! Bottle to the face! They worked me over but good!
OTTO: Then they leaned in real close over my broken body and whispered "Stay off our turf."
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{{alt-text: On the bright side, the blood transfusion I got was made up of atoms that were probably once Alexander the Great!}}
On the bright side, the blood transfusion I got was made up of atoms that were probably once Alexander the Great!
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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