NATE: 'morning, Hector.
[[HECTOR has a human body and the head of a cockatoo.]]
HECTOR: NATE.
How GOES.
NATE: How's the guest room treating you?
HECTOR: Pretty good, pretty good.
NATE: Get DARK enough in there?
HECTOR: OH yeah. Plenty dark. Nice and RESTFUL.
NATE: Glad to hear it.
[[NATE produces a large, dark-colored egg.]]
NATE: Found THIS in there while I was cleaning.
HECTOR (looking around nervously): Wha--HEY--That's--That's PERSONAL
NATE: HECTOR.
I don't want DRUG MULES in my HOUSE.
HECTOR: It--It ain't drugs
I
(tiny voice) I LAID it
NATE: That does not preclude its being full of drugs.
HECTOR: Are you suggesting I am MADE OF DRUGS?
NATE: I DON'T KNOW ANYTHING FOR SURE ABOUT YOUR FREAKISH ANATOMY
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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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