CHUCK: Sometimes it feels IMPOSSIBLE to do anything healthy. Like there's no way a society as complex and populous as ours can FUNCTION AT SCALE without inevitably filling our bodies and lives with cancer-causing pollutants.
BOB: Cancer's the PRIZE, man. You MADE it. Nothing ELSE killed you.
CHUCK: But everything today is so ABERRANT. Our food has no nutrition. Our kids are hyperallergic. Everyone's on psychiatric drugs.
BOB: Yet somehow we manage the LONGEST LIFE EXPECTANCY in human history.
CHUCK: A long life of WHAT? Diabetes? Wasting away to nothing as modern medicine pumps morphine into an ever-hollowing shell of what once was my life?
BOB: You're right. Sign me up for smallpox instead.
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Over the generations to come, some of us will die. Others of us will evolve into plastics.
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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