[[A drowning individual cries for help while a wealthy-looking citizen turns a blind eye. The water looks less than a foot deep, but the drowning person is lying on his back, unable to stand up.]]
Drowning Person: HELP! Please help me up!
Aristocrat: I shan't! I KNOW you wet people!
Aristocrat: It's just a ploy to get me close so you can pick my pocket!
Aristocrat: Besides, you probably fell in of your own accord! HOW are you to learn to stay dry if I HELP you?
Drowning Person: Someone pushed me in... I was once as dry as you!
Aristocrat: A likely story. If you don't admit your own faults, how will you EVER improve?
Aristocrat: Just get up! It doesn't look deep.
Drowning Person: I twisted my ankle when I fell. Just a hand for a moment, please...
Aristocrat: I'd rather let a HUNDRED MEN DROWN than accidentally help ONE whose misfortune is JUSTIFIED.
Aristocrat: If there is the SLIGHTEST chance that you brought this condition upon yourself, you DESERVE to sit there.
[[Another elderly person joins in on the conversation.]]
Commentator: Water vagrant. This lake used to be NICE.
Aristocrat: Miserable. Someone should DO something for the poor creatures.
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{{alt-text: Really, I'd rather let a hundred men drown than do almost anything at all}}
Really, I'd rather let a hundred men drown than do almost anything at all
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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