I snuck in and out of NYC before SPX to paint studio floor - it went: Denmark / Sweden on monday - home in Pittsburgh on tuesday - drove to NYC wednesday morning - got there at 3 - painted floor til midnite - woke up at 6 to finish job - pack car and drive to spx thursday before rush hour. Thursday night was cool. Then Friday my body collapsed. But Spurgeon’s brother was rooming with us and he needed room cuz he took red eye. So Friday night I’m desperately trying to hold it together talking to Sturm, Katchor, Brandon Graham, John P, my real friends - and I’m seeing waves. Finally went to bed and woke up fine saturday. had a good show. Sat hang was weird. Off. And then I drank too much as usual and was sick Sunday morning. Pulled it together when Katchor stopped by my table and talked at me for 20 mins - it was amazing. A real knowledge drop. And then Oliveros stopped by when no one was around and bought Ditko comics. So there were moments. But it is a whole new regime now. Same number of old heads. Just more of the new heads. Which is good—but man, I barely recognized anybody. Now, tomorrow I go to Bogota Colombia for Entreviñetas festival !
I saw you walk by - said hi - I thought you’d stop and browse the back issues - but you kept going - I yelled your name to no avail. Sorry dude - I should have grabbed you.
another spx this year.
i sat alone for the first time (in my 5 years of attending) which sucked. being hung over from friday didnt help.
i was wearing my bullet club shirt and a bunch of strangers came up and too sweet-ed me which was awesome. next year im going to try to double that by wearing a throwback NWO shirt.
i skipped the ignatz to watch ROH on the hotel tv and snuck down to the catered food area early to eat a bunch of mini cheeseburgers before anyone else was around. i went to bed early saturday and missed the party.
i saw a bunch of important bloggers, reviewers, and comic academics skip over my table and refuse my eye contact.
i barely sold any comics and was really anti-social most the time.
see you next year! (probably not)
Fuck, wait, it’s Tuesday
does it say anything about me that I have no idea where my table is at the comic con and I’ll figure it out Saturday morning?
Gerald Wilson - Milestones
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