This handsomely-bearded gentleman stopped at my booth at Bent-Con, an LGBTQ comics convention that used to take place in Burbank, California. He asked lots of questions about my work and about the role of Black people in comics and comic culture, in general. He even bought a couple post cards, though I think he did it because he felt sorry for me. During the time when he was browsing the exhibition hall, the crowd was pretty thin, and his visit really helped pass the time. I don’t always depend on the kindness of strangers, but when it happens, it always feels pretty good.