Annotated 33-23
The conclusion of the Plattsburgh saga…
Having come this far, I went to the local comic-book store in the hope that they had one of the sixty copies from our first shipment that had already made it through. No, they didn’t, but by 3:30, I’d reached Jay Spence at Diamond, who assured me this would be all right.
“We generally order several more than we have received orders for, just to cover shipping errors”—-at these last two words, I restrained an outburst of bitter laughter—-“or problems on our end. We’ll just roll one over and add it to the total of the second order.”
I hadn’t failed! Relief coursed through my veins, the sun in the car was warm, and before long, I was sleeping the sleep of the just.
The trip home would be fraught with inconsiderate wi-fi providers, frightening truck stops, and roadie showers, and by the time I got to that D.C. gathering, I was pretty punchy. Still, Flo and Janice and the DeLorean were there, so that was cool.
Too bad Cardboard-Box Man couldn’t have joined us. Whatever happened to that guy?
I really wish I heard this story earlier, I would have kept one criticism to my self know how you guys ran your self ragged producing this comic for us (and thank you, still enjoy reading almost every page) while I applaud the professionalism , other creators had to call it quits for far less.
So…
Hmmm…
Cardboard-Box Man is Payet Best’s alt?!?
This whole story feels like something that could have been an adventure of Torg in Sluggy Freelance. I didn’t really have that thought until Cardboard-Box Man at the end, but that really helped bring that to the fore.
You really had me wondering about this when you prophesied regarding the another commenters username “TheWreck”, though. I suppose you were, at the end, but I typically think of those regarding motor vehicles.