Since I recently shared two examples of the kind of annoying kid I used to be back when I'd badger writers and artists for autographs and sketches, I figured that it was only fair to reveal what they saw when they were under attack.

So here's a picture of that pest, which was published in the 1972 program book for Phil Seuling's famed New York Comic Art Convention, held each year over the July 4th weekend at the Statler Hilton Hotel. I'm the one slightly to the right of center, sitting in the front row at a panel the previous summer. I was 16. Back then, I'd attend programming nonstop, and would always sit in the front row, absorbing all the behind-the-scenes knowledge I could. (Some of it actually sank in.)

Note the long hair, leather headband, and denim jacket with metal studs and patches saying things like War Is Not Healthy for Children and Other Living Things.

That little squirt to the left? My younger brother, Lee, who was only 12 at the time!