[[A man a boat sits in the middle of a lake.]]
BOATMAN: I think I found something!
Fetch the corpse-hooks!
[[Back on shore, a man in riding clothes stands over the body, holding the reins of his horse in one hand. Another man stands a short distance away.]]
HORSEMAN: He's not breathing. His skin is cold and puckered. He smells like algae and meat-rot.
HORSEMAN: I think you're totally fine to get with his girlfriend.
OTHER MAN: Oh, awesome
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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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