Mr. Meanscary: Gax, nobody's afraid of you because you're cool. You say what's on your mind and don't take crap from anybody. People look up to you! They desperately want to be cool enough to be your friend. I look up to you.
Mr. Meanscary: I'm thrice-divorced. I'm allergic to balloons. I have Hepatitis F. I was caught trying shoplift a Happy Meal toy for my kid and now I can't get within fifty yards of a hamburger. Once, my milk went bad in the fridge and I drank it because I didn't feel like I deserved to have fresh milk.
Mr. Meanscary: I just emit something. Trigger some kind of primal brain-stem revulsion. People aren't afraid that I'll hurt them. They're afraid that I'll rub off on them. That's why people like you. Because they hope you will.
Mr. Meanscary: <> That, and your skin secretes serotonin.
Gax: I know! The fear pheromone! That's what's got me so puzzled!
{{header: a contact high from WONDERMARK.COM}}
{{alt-text: Mr Meanscary's favorite TV show is The Biggest Loser.}}
Mr Meanscary's favorite TV show is The Biggest Loser.
Part 3 of this story. (Part 1.)
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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