we got busted by a cop just now. we were innocently sitting in the park. (at 3:20 AM). he got our IDs. we are not from california. he got kind of concerned. he walked away and ran a check on us. when he came back my boy L fucking busted out his verbal grace skillz.

when he mentioned we were comic book artists it was game over. the cop got all excited suddenly. he was like pretending to be nonchalant. he's all "so what company do you work for?".

L mentions image.

the cop loves it, confesses that he does read the occasional comic book, often borrowing them from his nephew. mostly marvel and dc stuff. L weaves an intricate and beautiful tapestry of tales of working in the comic industry, infusing our personal creative work with morality, having a duty to educate the young people that read our work, et fucking cetera.

we had a lovely conversation at 3 AM in the middle of that park, shooting the shit about japanese comics, kevin smith, the re-release of akira, and fucking everything. the cop even mentioned that one of his fellow cops was reading lone wolf & cub during briefing one day. sample dialogue: "What's a big burly man doing reading this tiny little comic? ... Ohhhh."

anyway, just thought i would share.