[[MR. GRAMBLY leaves HOBART and STU's shop with a heavily-laden cart.]]
MR. GRAMBLY: Thanks, fellas, see you on Wednesday!
HOBART: Take it easy, Mr. Grambly.
STU: Why does that guy always buy so much sausage? He must have a hundred pounds of franks on that cart! And last week he got twice as much!
HOBART: Mr. Grambly's sort of a force of nature around here. Nobody knows what he does with the meat. But he's been carting it off for years. Some folks say he humps it. Other folks say he's feeding it to a monster that he then humps. Personally, I think he buys it to remind himself of his own crippling mortality. We all need our reminders.
STU: If I wanted to throw in with a theory I think I'd head to Humpville all the way.
MR. GRAMBLY: Guys I'm still here
MR. GRAMBLY: cart's kinda heavy
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{{alt-text: in actuality, dude just likes sausage. what is so wrong with that?}}
in actuality, dude just likes sausage. what is so wrong with that?
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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