[[Two gentlemen talking.]]
Man: Last night, the doorbell rings, real late. I answer the door, and there's this paper bag sitting there, burning away.
Man: And it's obvious. I know it's fulla poop. I'm not gonna stomp on it like a sucker.
Man: So I go back inside, turn up the TV, ignore the doorbell.
Man: Some giggling idiot probably waited in the bushes for an hour, but I never came back outside.
Man: Long story short, house burned down. Also, turned out the bag had a baby in it.
Man 2: WHAT
Man: That's where the poop came from!
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don't worry it wasn't a ____* baby (*YOUR RACE, RELIGION, ETHNICITY OR OTHER SUBGROUP)
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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