[[A doctor, WEMBURTON, addresses a patient in a robe, CLANDIFER, who stands awkwardly near an IV stand. The IV stand is not relevant, it’s just set dressing.]]
WEMBURTON: ...There's no need to be embarrassed. I'm a professional. I've seen it ALL.
WEMBURTON: I SPECIALIZE in this sort of condition. My waiting room is full of other people just like you. Now, PLEASE... let me help. May I see the problem?
CLANDIFER: All right...
[[Clandifer removes his robe to reveal he has a fig leaf stuck to his crotch. Is he simply stock art of a classical statue? I’ll never tell.]]
WEMBURTON: And you say you... "fell on it"?
CLANDIFER: I was...GARDENING! In the NUDE!! PEOPLE DO THAT!!
[[Another man, PLIMOTHY, pokes his head in. He is also in a robe, with the handles of an enormous pair of scissors protruding in a way that suggests they are near a sensitive area. What in the world could have happened to Plimothy???]]
PLIMOTHY: If you slowpokes don't MIND, there are some URGENT patients out here!
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all the old paintings and things will show you just how common this affliction used to be. thank goodness modern medicine has made it rare
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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