On the Run With New Comics
Because SOMEONE felt they needed the $10,000 reward money for turning me in to the Feds more than they needed a column this week, I, your humble comic book writer is on the freakin’ lamb. AGAIN. This happens every time; I put a down payment on a nice, one room abandoned shack in the middle of the woods away from the spy satellites and brain reading microwaves and THEN they find me and I have to pack up my collection of tin-foil hats and jars of my urine and escape into the night. […]