"Sometimes I awaken to this day, fear in my wide eyes, sweat thick on my brow and taint, my arms outstretched to push the terror away, almost sick with fear. 'No!' I hear myself still shouting, 'Keep away, unwashed, overweight masses!'" But I am alone in the room, and the San Diego Comic-Con is over. The crowds are far away and the gasping and jostling has ended. But a niggling voice at the back of my restless mind whispers to me: 'There's always next year.'"
From the journal of Reginald Tobias Outfield III
To Be Continued...
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