[[A WOMAN sits on a couch, fanning herself as she talks to a young girl, LISA.]]
WOMAN: Lisa. Listen up. You are not my daughter.
I know this may be a shock.
WOMAN: It was a cold night back in '96. Olympics were in Atlanta.
You were born. Not to me.
Story gets sadder.
WOMAN: Charlie was a fruit salesman. Smelled like papayas.
I didn't know him. Thought I did. MISTAKEN.
TINY tiny baby. Like a newborn newt. All eyes and wet scales.
Charlie fit to bury it. Shovel said he's serious. Somebody STOPPED him.
Coulda been me. Now here we are. Get to bed.
[[LISA is now talking to a BOY in a sailor suit.]]
LISA: This is the weirdest babysitter.
BOY: She was on the news!
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so are we!
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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