So Mom's finally read the
comic I was peddling at APE and calls me to talk about it. "" she says, ""
I then explain to her that the APE-going age demographic bottoms out at the older teenagers, and actually enjoys the kind of stuff I was displaying.
"" she says, ""
Yeah, Ma. I actually did pretty well for a convention like that.
""
Haha! That's why I love my mom. Maybe she's a little jarred by pantyshots and decapitations, but they don't worry her as much as the bottom line!
Now APE is over. Time to work on other stuff.