DRIVER: Mister Charles. You must get up.
Everybody is waiting.
CHARLES (still in bed, but also wearing a monocle): Don't wanna.
Go away.
DRIVER: Your mother, she is here. Your papa, he is here.
The children have practiced a song. The doves are weeping for freedom.
PLEASE.
CHARLES: No I'm comfy womfy.
DRIVER: You asked me to wake you at six-thirty.
It is now past eleven. You KNOW you MUST get up.
Do not stay in bed simply to SPITE me!
CHARLES: If I DO get up
IT'S NOT GONNA BE BECAUSE YOU MADE ME.
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The color guard is nervously tittering. The brass band has fainted from exertion. The mayor is beginning to check his pocketwatch and fidget with his sash.
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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