Last month, Moonie and I got to attend the MASSive ComicCon in Worcester, MA.
It didn’t take Moonie long to make some friends.
Some were, well, not the nicest people in the world, but Moonie enjoyed meeting them anyway. Only he could giggle away with a gun pointed at his head. He told the joke about the crushed-looking bullet dragging himself in the door (“What happened to you?” asked the bullet’s concerned wife. “I got fired,” the bullet complained.)