Chapter 5: Sex for Breakfast SAN DIEGO COMIC-CON, FIVE YEARS EARLIER... I’m twenty-one years old. I miss the old Comic-Con, from when I was a kid. Artist panels, big personalities, culture and community coming together in celebration. These days, it’s just a public circle-jerk for the Marvel Cinematic Universe, or low-hanging fruit for short-form content creators that need you to “Smash that Like button!” Kill me now. The...