Someone asked me why I like comics so much the other day, and there's a really good explanation. My family. My first comics were when I got sick in first/second grade. My parents took me to the comic store ( collector's world, god bless the judge) and I got a spider-man button, necklace, and two comics; after that we went to the pool hall and I sat under the pool table reading my comics playing with my spider-man necklace and eating my mom's cherries from her daquiries. The second reason was that every week my parents would bust their ass to make sure me and my sister had what we needed, and every Friday my dad would take us to the comic store and I'd have a boatload of books in my box--I'd get as many as I could. Those were good times, some I'll never forget. On the other side of that I remember a time I had enough for one book (wildcats #1), me and my friend Bo (who was well off), took our books -my one to his pile-and went to whataburger. He got some food and me just sittin with my book got to watch. As hateful as that sounds I didn't care--some construction workers came over and gave me an extra drink that they had. Bo said I was the luckiest guy he knew......funny thing is he didn't know how right he was. Its not luck that makes me what I am....its my family and my name. I do what I do for them.......Thanks Mom and Dad .....Love you and I miss you.
