[[A man in a hat is sitting on the ground; a woman with a headscarf and carrying a bushel and a pail is standing.]]
Man: Any change? Fifty cents? A quarter? Just twenty-five cents, that's all I ask.
Woman: Sorry, no change.
Man: Whaddaya Got? Credit card? Check? can you write me a check? Go on, write me a check, that'll work.
Woman: I don't even have my checkbook with me.
Man: That's okay, write it when you get home and send it to me.
Woman: I'm not going to spend thirty-nine cents on a stamp to send you a check for a quarter.
Man: Don't put a stamp on it! Just put me as the return address, and when it's marked "insufficient postage," it'll be sent back to me.
Woman: This seems like a lot of trouble.
Man: Only for YOU, and I don't care about you!
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{{alt-text: oh and can you please rent a p.o. box for me as i do not technically have an 'address'}}
oh and can you please rent a p.o. box for me as i do not technically have an 'address'
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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