From the pages of Kevin Conn’s journal…
July 9, 2012
Dog carcass in alley this morning. Tire tread on burst stomach. The city is afraid of me. I have seen it’s true face. All this time had passed and I was not affected, but now as it draws closer. My skin aches, my lips covered in baked bean sauce and I am in NYC. While the others head West. Toward the heat. The sticky San Diego filth. The geek in me cries as I am left behind. A flabby failure who sits whimpering in his basement. I wonder if I will ever be sent out to work at the Con. I have costumes. I have a voice. I can bring pain. But no one wants pain…they only want pictures of celebrities and the latest geek news. All I have a tub of Ben & Jerry’s waiting for me at home. Sometimes, the night is generous to me.
