[[Three OSTRICHES in the zoo. One of them has his head in the ground.]]
HECTOR: ...then it's only about ten feet up through the branches.
And we can be FREE of this place.
LUIS: If you think I'm CLIMBING A TREE you are wacked in the walnut.
I'd try the TUNNEL before I try LEAPING FROM LIMB TO LIMB like...like a PRIMATE.
Like something with THUMBS.
HECTOR: The FLAWS in the tunnel plan go DEEPER than the TUNNEL ITSELF will ever reach.
UP is the only way. It's an easy jump from the top of the tree to the roof of the bathrooms.
LUIS: Easy for a MENTAL PATIENT, maybe. How's that TUNNEL coming along, Armando?
HECTOR (looking down at ARMANDO): So far it appears to be nearly deep enough for his HEAD.
YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM THE TRUTH, ARMANDO!
ARMANDO: I'M NOT IN PRISON I'M NOT IN PRISON I'M NOT IN PRISON I'M NOT IN PRISON
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{{Alt-text: stir-crazy. all too common. sad, really.}}
stir-crazy. all too common. sad, really.
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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