Picture by Richard Lieberman
Evidently, Shea has a website set up by his mom (for the life of me i cant remember her name, i apologize.) where he sells t-shirts with his superhero art on it. I, like a fool, didn't get the address so, Shea or Shea's mom, if you're reading this, comment! e-mail! stop by! do whatever you can! I would not only be happy to plug your site here, but i would absolutely love to buy a shirt or two! Anyway, all and all it was a good couple days, the first day better than the second, as the very old, the majority of the Sunday crowd, tend not to like my work. I mean we're talking very, very old, 75+, fresh from some fire and brimstone Sunday service, i'm sure, with no interest in what they referred to with a scoff as 'comic art'. No matter, they'll be dead very soon and even now their tastes are ancient and meaningless. But, i'm not bitter! In the end, though i didn't sell much, I gave away over a hundred fold-up comics (Now posted here) many, many business cards and met a ton of interesting people. I even ended up seeing a transvestite Moulin Rouge dance revue at a local gay bar for the after party. All and all, i had a lot of fun and spread the tendrils of my empire further and further. Truly, the age of Mattpocalypse will soon be upon us.
Oh! also, i was mentioned in an article in the Ventura star, here!