#966; In which a Star comes Home
A: WELL! The prodigal comes home, I see!
B: I just happen to be passing through. I have nothing to say to you.
A: I?m glad you?re here, though. We parted on bad terms and I feel kinda responsible.
B: ?KINDA?? YOU said, and I QUOTE, ?I hope you get measles. I hope you get a cursed case of measles. Hope you collapse into a pile of measle-ridden bones that stink up a pretty house for fifty generations. I hope no one can tell the source of the smell and the smell becomes a mystery for nineteen thousand years.?
A: I know. I only hear it on the radio THIRTY TIMES A DAY.
B: It?s the HOOK! It?s what makes ?My Stinkybones? such a BUMPIN? HIT!
A: Listen, all I?m sayin? is it would?ve been nice to have gotten a shout-out at the Grammys.
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{{alt-text: YOU KNEW THE CONSEQUENCES of wishing BONE MEASLES on a SINGER/SONGWRITER!}}
YOU KNEW THE CONSEQUENCES of wishing BONE MEASLES on a SINGER/SONGWRITER!
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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