I figure no big deal I'll at least get his signature on a few books I brought and I'll move on to the next artist. He get through the first five and this lady in front of me starts bitching and complaining about how she had to wait all this time (30 min) in line with her kid and wasn't getting a sketch now. 
So he caves to her and tells her give her one. Now I hate people like that. That act like somebody who doesn't know you owes you something. Oh well got my books signed after the stupid broad left and showed Tony my Walking Dead tattoo on my leg and how close it is to being finished.
I then made my way to Phil Hester's table and he was booked up as well for the day. Which wasn't a big deal as he's a local Iowa artist and I can get a sketch from him at any of our local shows here. I then bolted over to Skottie Young's table and he still had sketches from the day before to get through. A bit of a bummer but no big deal I guess. Now there were some other artists (Joe Jusko) there but I couldn't justify over a hundred bones for just one sketch. I was done looking for stuff by noon so much boredom followed me around for the rest of the day because the friends I came with wanted to stay for the whole day.
At 4pm we finally left the show and grabbed some grub from a KFC/Pizza Hut/Taco Bell.
I was starving and didn't care too much were we ate. I order my food which took an ungodly amount of time as there was barely a soul in the joint for customers. Now here is were the story gets good. 
I finally get my food and go set with my buddies and some guy asks me about my t-shirt.
I first say "it's just a t-shirt" to the guy. He then asks about it's meaning. I explain that "Jesus Christ, he'd died and came back from the dead. So he's a zombie." Very puzzled the man asked "Our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ?" and I said "Yeah!". He retorted with "Is it legal to where something like that?" and I'm like "Yeah! It's called freedom of expression." He is now getting huffy at his table with me as I'm a fairly mellow guy. My friends had the look of oh crap he's (me) going to beat this guys ass for spouting off at me. As giving me the "evil eye" the guy spouts off "YOU'RE TOO COCKY TO LIVE!!!". My friends look at each other like oh crap this shit is going to happen they're going to fight or this guy is going to pull a gun or something. I just smiled at the guy sat down with my food and said "I guess I am." He didn't say another word to me until he took his tray to the trash laughing at me mumbling "Too cocky to live." At this point I find this guy as the best thing out of my whole trip. I laughed at the guy and went on eating the last of my KFC and he sat back down at his table watching I think the U-Conn game on the tv.
As we walking out my buddy Mike told me I handled the whole situation better than he thought I would. He figured I was going to beat the guys ass. I explained that had he got up in my face it would of been a different story but the guy was all bark and no bite. Plus I think he may have been slightly drunk but whole knows. Now my other friend Scott asked me if by saying I was too cocky to live meant the guy thought someone should shoot me or something. I told him maybe but who cares. He's a sad little man in a pink polo eating by himself in a crap fast food joint. So my new catch line is "TOO COCKY TO LIVE!!!" and Scott is going to make me a t-shirt that says as much.
My weekend was boring to begin with but ended awesome. How was your weekend? I'll end with a new video.
Also, you're just too cocky to live!