The Pulse needed some help covering some panels for WWLA and I volunteered. I originally did the Comic Book Legal Defense Fund (CBLDF) panel, I’m a big fan of the organization and try to go to their auctions and buy stuff whenever I’m around one.

Most recently, in fact, I went to Mid-Ohio Con CBLDF auction and had one of those cool “auction moments”. They were auctioning off an original Archie poster and it looked like it was going to go for 40 bucks. Being pissed that it would go for so cheap, especially for a charity I care about, I raised my paddle and, instead of bidding the 45 it would have take to win it, yelled out, “One hundred bucks”. Everyone turns, I take a little bow. Stan Goldberg, the artist, ended up drawing a sketch on it for me and personalizing it. And that was my “auction moment”.

Anyway, I covered that panel and got suckered into covering the FF panel as well, causing me to miss meeting up with Ait/Planet Lar’s publisher and self proclaimed fan of this blog:Larry Young (but the point of this little blurb has nothing to do with not being able to meet the man behind one of the best indy publishing shops, producer of some of the finest material on the shelves today). The point is, I fucked up in my article when talking about Gordon Lee’s case, he was arrested in Rome, GA recently for “distribution of obscene material” and “unsolicited distribution of nudity and sexual content”. In my article, I said that the case was won and Mr. Lee was in the clear when, in fact, it’s not over yet. So I just wanted to throw a little awareness out there to Mr. Lee, for those of you not familiar with the case, and let him know that the comic community (despite our occasional ignorance and laziness when it comes to fact checking) is pulling for him. More details on his case can be seen here.

Senior year in high-school, post Ski Trip, went from the occasional dope smoking to absolutely obscene amounts of slacking, smoking and drinking.

Let me put it into perspective, how bad it got. A bunch of us had history class together. I don’t remember everyone, I know Cooch was one of us and I’m pretty sure I remember Squee, Tal and Max being there as well. We use to cut history, since it was before lunch, go to the bodega and buy 40’s of Colt 45 (there was also some upstart malt liquer we tried for a while…Black Thunder, maybe?) go to the roof of Brooklyn College (across from our High School, one building had this run down atrium on the roof, smoke a phatty, drink a forty and then I went to physics.

TO PHYSICS.

Drunk. And High.

And I would sit in physics and giggle and talk and get reprimanded every ten minutes by Mr. Elert (consequently, one of the coolest teachers I ever had). On the days we didn’t ditch history; we would still stick with tradition and just go after school, before we went to play ultimate Frisbee and hackee sack with the Asians (one of which ended up becoming my lady for two years).

Other times we would be sitting in the auditorium, before classes started. Someone would stand up, make the “announcement” that first period was cancelled on account of ________ (some creative excuse) and we’d go get some breakfast and smoke a joint.

And the weekends where just retarded.

It was fun, but at times it was more trouble than it was worth. Like, this one time…

My friends Joe was having his girl Hillary over and Hillary was bringing her friend Tamara and Joe invited me over to keep Tamara busy. I got to Joe’s house, he was marinating some steaks in the fridge and we got the grill going. The girls came ad we grilled some steaks and started smoking up.

I was an ok smoker/drinker but occasionally we all have problems. This was one of those times. I got so fucked up I could hardly move. Tamara carried me up to Joes room, laid me out on the bed, and started making out with me. I was fucking nothing, I was hardly moving. I attempted to reciprocate the kissing at most. For the most part, I had no interest in doing anything with her and I know I told that to her multiple times.

So, I’m drunk, stoned, sick, uninterested and tired…what do you think happens when she reaches down my pants.

Well, the next day she goes around school telling everyone that I have no dick. It was like a horrible after school special. My whole life, when I told this story, I always told people that “nothing happened” and Tamara was just pissed cause I told her no. I know some of you read this blog. Surprise, I really was dickless. I had an excuse, but dickless none-the-less.

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