I was marinated in comicbooks.
Maybe I was seven or eight, comics were different then, you could find them anywhere. Not dirt cheap, but affordable even for a kid. They were colorful things and I got them and read and collected.
My pile of comicbooks paled before the tens of thousands of issues I see other people have but it was a respectable pile – maybe 800 issues at its peak – I still have a couple of hundred or so in a cabinet at home.
Maybe because I’m old or maybe because my money has to go somewhere else but I don’t read as much as I used to. I purchase the occasional collection in Comixology.
Where are all the comicbooks now?
The answer is that they are inside me. Permanently a part of me. Marvel and DC, Image and Dark Horse, Charlton and Crossgen, Valiant. All of them, all the characters, and stories. Inside me.
I interpret life through the lens created by decades of reading comics.
And if I don’t read one more panel this will never change.