Todd Terwilliger

Morning. It sloshed over us sluggishly. We trifled with it, talking about Nazis while waiting for my sister to arrive from Pennsylvania, playing a few rounds of Everyday Shooter, eating at Maggie Brown again before noon rose it’s head, demanded our attention, and stared us down into the subway warrens.

Now that I have overcome my fear of the forthcoming comic convention, I must now tackle a slightly less-vital but crucially important task: selecting the panels and events to attend.