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Voice One: Hey, what's - are you crying?
Voice Two: No! Go away!
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Woman: I heard you bawling all the way outside. What's wrong?
Man: I'm - I'm a bit messed up by the school shooting.
Woman: It's touching that you're so moved, but I didn't think you were personally affected.
Man: That's just it! I'm not! I'm a complete outsider! I can't give any interviews. I can't write an op-ed column. I can't even BLOG about it! Whenever these awful things happen, the public's massive appetite for tragedy sucks up every scrap of half-baked "expert opinion" it can find. But I can never fit MY name in anywhere!
Man: If I knew anything about gun control, or campus law enforcement, or even Korean immigration - maybe I'd have a shot. But you have to really specialize if you want to be THE expert. And MY stupid niche has yet to come up.
Woman: Oh? And what's that?
Man: Guitar Hero.
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{{alt-text: also, vampire erotica}}
also, vampire erotica
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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