I'm using that title for something else, too.
Times are weird baby, I know. I know.
There's no use in pretending that I haven't been watching Smallville. But only the Green Arrow
episodes, I swear! I'm glad that my life is not such a soap opera. Or if it is,
it's more like that one with the vampire. Dark something?
episodes, I swear! I'm glad that my life is not such a soap opera. Or if it is,
it's more like that one with the vampire. Dark something?
I admire Simon Belmont.
If there was a modern equivalent to Homer, he would write of Batman's journey through Gotham to Arkham and back to the Batcave. He would write of Daredevil's identity being exposed and his subsequent trip to prison. These people are our Odysseus' and Achilles' and all of those other mythical tough guys. These are our mythical tough guys and maybe they're not such drama queens.
What is an epic other than a soap opera? Panels or no panels.
64 ounces of Coors and several Pabst pitchers later, my friend was sleeping on my couch and covered with every item in my house, and it
64 ounces of Coors and several Pabst pitchers later, my friend was sleeping on my couch and covered with every item in my house, and it
did not even wake him.
It was a surprise to me, too, as I went to sleep before it happened.
Every piece of junk in the world can be placed atop, and sometimes we won't wake up.
This is not about me.
It was a surprise to me, too, as I went to sleep before it happened.
Every piece of junk in the world can be placed atop, and sometimes we won't wake up.
This is not about me.
This is about every morning and the guilt of Coors and piles of junk
and those things are poems in themselves, right?
and those things are poems in themselves, right?
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