[[RODERICK, astride his mighty team of tortoises, is in hot pursuit of DWIGHT, who is riding a tortoise of his own.]]
CAPTION: TRUE STORIES OF THE AMERICAN WEST
RODERICK: Get back here, scoundrel!
DWIGHT: Yee-haw! I'll never tell you where I hid that gold!
RODERICK: By frontier law, you MUST stop if I challenge your mount to a BLOOD-FEUD HONOR-DUEL!
DWIGHT: Oh yeah well my guy got knives in his feet so he ain't a'feard o' nothin'!
WILBUR (hovering nearby on his pedal-driven personal helicopter): Geez, I probably do NOT even want to get involved.
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you can get away with pretty much anything if you precede it with 'according to frontier law'
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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