So a week or so ago, HIGH CRIMES went to the Eisners. We wore fancy clothes (well, that’s not so amazing with Ibrahim, he’s a sharp dude. But it’s the first time I haven’t worn a hoodie in public in maybe a year), ate buffet food, got drink coupons and watched a large swath of important comicsdom wander around and be normal human beings to each other. Did I mention I dressed fancy? It was really something. You shoulda been there.
Then Tom Lennon read our book title and our names out loud to a room full of comics geniuses before reading out book titles like LAZARUS and RAT QUEENS and SEX CRIMINALS and those were our competitors? Someone thought our little book is on the same level as these things? What?
So while we lost, we had the strangest night of our lives and we’re forever grateful for the rest of our lives that we got two Eisner nominations for this book we’ve worked on quietly in our respective rooms and studios and coffeeshops and hotel rooms and con tables and jobs, never expecting anything more than maybe some readers.
Everything is great, nothing hurts, and Lieutenant Dangle said our names.
Got a little something in my eye recounting all this.