ABOUT ME
Journal Entry: Thu May 1, 2008, 12:30 PM
- Mood:
Shame - Listening to: BRAD PAISLEY
- Reading: THE LAST DAYS OF KRYPTON
- Watching: DANCING WITH THE STARS
- Playing: Emperor and Slave Girl
- Eating: Rice Cakes (OK-Twinkies)
- Drinking: Water (Okay--Dr. Pepper)
As you may have noted from my galleries that I am a HUGE fan of comic books. I blame my mother, who promised to buy me one a week if I would actually "READ" them and not just skim through them looking at the pictures. With that agreement, my fate was sealed. I was reading before entering kindergarden, but had a four book a month comic book monkey on my back.
Don't let the rest the addicts protests deter you from the truth. Superman is a gateway comic. He seems harmless. But then you are reading Wonder Woman. Batman. God help you--The Legion of Super Heroes. Then one day, the soda-jerk at the drug store turns you on to Spiderman. The downward spiral picks up speed from there. You have been drawn into the depths of the Marvel Universe.
Before you know it you are doing odd jobs to earn extra money to pay for your comic book habit. Instead of cartoons on Saturday you are cleaning your room, helping Mom and Dad to earn that fifty cents. When you get older, you take on odd jobs for the neighbors until you are old enough to baby sit and finally earn the big bucks.
The situation continues to deteriorate, until one day, you find yourself trapped in the deviant Art zone.
I need an intervention.
Somebody help me.