Kids: Mister Mikey! Mister Mikey! How come you don't have candy for us anymore?
Mr. Mikey: Because, children, I quit my job at the candy factory. Now I work selling poop insurance. I don't suppose I can interest you in a policy?
Kids: Candy! Candy! We want candy!
Mr. Mikey: I don't have candy! All I can offer you is the peace of mind that only comes from knowing that if (God forbid) you're pooped on, you'll be A-OK.
Kid 1: I bet you didn't quit your candyman job.
Kid 2: I bet you were fired.
Kid 1: I bet you sold secret magic lollipop formuals to the Chinese.
Kid 2: I bet you swam in the caramel vat without safety pants or any pants.
Kid 1: I bet you took a monster dump on your boss's desk.
Kid 2: I bet you hate God.
Mr. Mikey: Children! All of these theories are true in their own way. Now, who wants a policy? Last chance before the tea kicks in.
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real life comics #4, sort of
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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