NORMAN: Thanks for coming! Please, come on in. You were very highly recommended by my friend Bernie.
THELMA: UGH! What's that smell?
NORMAN: ...I don't smell anything?
THELMA: Of course you don't! You're MARINATING in it. You're NUMB to it.
But oh! It's AWFUL!
It's like...Hmm. VINEGAR, certainly. Old chicken rotting in the trash.
Traces of...expired margarine. Wet animal. MISERY.
THELMA: A hint of sweaty FEAR. Were you nervous about inviting me over?
NORMAN: You can SMELL that?
THELMA: Oh, Norman. NORMAN.
Desperation REEKS from these walls. This morning, you ate great handfuls of pretzels through thick veils of tears. You will do the same tomorrow.
NORMAN: You're RIGHT. You're absolutely right. Oh GEEZ.
THELMA: I have seen this horror before.
Only ONCE.
At YO MOMMA'S.
BERNIE: Haha BOOM I got you back!
{{Header: take a whiff at WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{Alt-text: another patented BERNIE-BURNNNNN!!!}}
another patented BERNIE-BURNNNNN!!!
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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