At just about the same time that words stumbled into my head, comics fell into my hands. It certainly could have been kindergarten, although by first grade my lunchbox never left the house without some old comic book folded up inside it. Through the years regardless of how the world spun, I had comics in hand. In high school I read them and made them. Later on I came to realize that it would always be about lines on paper and hence, the inking came over me like fever. Since then I have moved from one independent company you¢ve never heard of to another. All the while fingers inked stained. Now, here I am, still in love with those wacky superheroes and their impossible adventures. You want me happy? Where did you leave those uninked pages?

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