Ben sent me an email the other day, and I thought he said a nice thing in it and I just wanted to post it in here so I can keep it.
"Of all the people I know, you, my sister, and a guy named Richard are the only ones who were entertaining enough writers to produce books. I at least expected a comic book from you."
By the way Ben, I did write a comic book in grade 11, or maybe 12. It was called "Mr. Zig vs Darth Vader". It was so good that I lent it to Byron and he kept it. Soon afterwards, Byron quit bowling, grew long hair, bought a jean jacket and leather bracelets, got a super hot girlfriend and I think they rode to Mexico on Harleys or something. The moral is "be careful what you wish for" Ben, because the comics I write have mysterious powers that might just land you in Mexico with Byron.
Byron was a national 5-pin bowling champion!
How could a comic book ruin him?
It must have been the high stress world of amateur bowling, that would keep me awake at night.
Also - did you know that Byron's mother not only cooked and cleaned for him, but every day she would wash his glasses?
The tragedy of it all makes me weep.
"How could a comic book ruin him?"
I told you - mysterious powers.
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