[[Old man is seated on a chair looking forlorn while nurse busies herself nearby.]]
Old man: Man, I spent TWO HOURS today trying to ride a unicycle, and I just SUCKED.
Nurse: Well, what did you expect? People spend YEARS perfecting unicycling.
Old man: Yeah, I know. But it would be so cool to just cruise down the street on a unicycle! You see a UNICYCLE coming at you, man, you MOVE.
Nurse: I'm sure it would just take practice.
Old Man: People look at you DIFFERENTLY when you're on a unicycle. You're a different PERSON. I wanna BE that person. {{ softly }} Why can't I be who I want to be.
Nurse: Do you want advice? Or just pity.
Old Man: I want a freakin' UNICYCLE
{{header: pine at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: if i were on a desert island with a unicycle i bet within six weeks i would be inventin' all sorts of mad new techniques}}
if i were on a desert island with a unicycle i bet within six weeks i would be inventin' all sorts of mad new techniques
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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