[[An elderly couple discusses matters with their adult son.]]
Mother: Titus, it's time you found a place to live on your own.
Titus: You're EVICTING me? JUST like THAT? Without even a second thought?
Mother: At fifty-one, you're FAR past old enough to be independent.
Titus: Listen, if you would just stop and THINK about this for TWO MINUTES
Mother: We have given the matter ample consideration. The way forward is clear.
Mother: I want a sewing room.
Titus: I'm SAYING, you need to sit down with a clear head and review ALL the facts and think long and hard about whether this is the right choice.
Mother: How much do I need to have thought about it for you to be satisfied? Do I have to show you a synaptic RECEIPT?
Titus: I would like you to KEEP searching your thoughts until you find the winding, thorn-choked hidden path that leads to the secret garden of ME BEING RIGHT
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some paths are hidden and some paths are deliberately barricaded
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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