Preview night

Ribet, ribet
I can’t hold it
Last toilet I had, I already sold it.
In the rain or in the snow
I’ve got the funky flow
But, now I really gotta go.
The toilet over there
Will bring you luck
So give, I’ve got no time to spare.

I thought I was going to die on the way to the Con tonight. Not crazy drivers in Stormtrooper masks or cars made up to resemble Transformers, but a tummy full of Vietnamese coffee after three hours on the road. I had to pee so bad I could taste it. I felt like Parappa the Rapper.

By the time I got a mile from the SD Convention Center, it was stop and go. Forget that. The wind was giving me chills and I didn't know if I could get out without making a mess. I was seriously considering peeing in a cup.

So I pulled off Front St., went down Market to Seventh and parked in one of those big ole lots. Ran into a tacqueria and made a stream for like four minutes...

Ahhhh...

Rolling down Fifth St. with a skateboard loaded with boxes was easy after that. I didn't make it the Con until 6:30. The booth was formed but not done. We go in tomorrow to organize it and make it pretty.

Saw lots of comics friends already: James Kolchalka, Jeffrey Brown, David and Sun-Min, Ron Lim and his bro.... And my Comic-Con buddies Mike and Jeff! If you come by on Saturday or Sunday, you might meet my brother Greg, too!

I gotta believe... Comic-Con is going to be awesome.