Caption: What he wanted to say
Man: I hate your smell and your voice and your self. I've already changed my name. You will never find me.
Caption: What he should have said
Man: Ski trip. Very dangerous. If you never see me again- If I don't survive- always know - I loved you as best a man could love a goddess.
Caption: What he said
Man: I'm so sorry I'm such an idiot I'm so sorry / Anyway could you please forward my mail
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{{alt-text: um, i guess you can keep the stuff addressed to 'resident'? because technically you would be the, uh, the only, like, resident}}
um, i guess you can keep the stuff addressed to 'resident'? because technically you would be the, uh, the only, like, resident
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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