Comic Con

 I love comics. 

When I was in 6th grade, my godmother and godfather gave me a box of old Uncanny X-Men for my birthday and I have them all in plastic protective bags in my closet. I've read them all. Cover to cover wearing gloves to make sure I didn't mess up the books. 

One of my greatest memories was when my dad took me to comic con when I was 13. He is a 6'7 giant of a man and was never into comics but he knew I was and he spent all day around costumed nerds and men wearing Superman t-shirts much like the Grinch's heart, three sizes too small, just so I could have the day of my life. 

I used to go to conventions with my friends throughout high school, even missing a family reunion because how many times are you going to meet George Perez or Billy Dee Williams. 

This job is hard. It's hard emotionally, mentally, and physically and my editor gave me some good advice while shooting this weekend. 

Relax and have fun. 

This job comes with too much shit that when you any chance you get to have fun, take it. 

Also there are photos from other assignments included here.