Comic Books (19 of 48)
Focus. Focus. Focus.
I collect comic books.
I guess I could just announce: I am a big dork!
I get a few titles; Batman and Robin, X-Men, a few others.
I love it.
When I was younger, I could never afford to keep up with it.
I’d collect for a month or two, but them I’d run out of money and stop.
Something about the way they are put together is perfect.
One picture.
A touch of dialog.
Repeat.
I don’t seem to be able to put into works the simple elegance of it.
I think that I haven’t read the most recent X-men yet.
That will be my treat.
Tomorrow I’ll just relax and read that.
That’s what I do.
I save them.
I don’t read them right away.
When I’m in the mood, I pull out an unread one and read it.
I guess comics are supposed to be kid stuff.
It must be my inner child that likes them.
Funny, I thought I killed my inner child.
