When Was The Last Time

It's Stupid, I Know, But I Care. All The Things That Meant So Much When We Were Young. Under The Blankets Late At Night, Listening To Long-distance Radio. All Those Things Lost Now Or Broken. Can You Remember? Can You Remember That Feeling? Perhaps I Ought To Go To A Doctor.

I Prefer Working Out Of Strict Continuity, Because No Normal Human Being Can Have A Firm Grip On The Constantly Shifting Bardo-like Territory Of A Comics Universe, Where Entire Histories Can Be Erased By A Strong Enough Super-sneeze.

I Tend To Only Read Comics Written By Friends Or People I've Known. And I'm Not A Great Comic Reader.

Imagine The Earth’s Population Of Six Billion People Reduced To Just One Hundred Representatives. Statistically, That Makes 30 White, 70 Non-white. It Means 6 People Own 59% Of The Wealth And They All Live In North America. 80 Are In Substandard Housing. One Has An Education. One Owns A Computer. Don’t Blame Me If It All Sounds Crazy.

And That's Why People Read Comics, To Get Away From The Way Life Works, Which Is Quite Cruel And Unheroic And Ends In Death.