This reminds me of the first comic convention I ever went to, the San Diego Comic Con (which is coming up in the next weekend or so, although I won’t be there), tabling with funny-man Stan.
I was a totally independent, no idea what I was doing, and barked all weekend to the attendees streaming by “A comic, like watching a french movie, nothing happens, and sometimes it’s funny!”
Man I love those foreign films.
I’d have stopped for that pitch.
Of course, that should be no surprise; after all, I read Bruno.
I did suprisingly well. For being a nobody, I broke even on the travel and table expenses.
Oh God, now I know where I came across Bruno before. I lived in San Diego County at the time, and I attended a few Cons. I bought the first book there. I’ve met you, Dude!
Now I have to rummage deep in the boxes in the garage where all my stuff has been since my life last imploded. I’m sure it’s there.
Really! Neat! Hi. :)