goodbye horses

I took a good hard look at the things I had owned this last move and I decided that I need to either get rid of all my comics or greatly prune them to near non existence. It’s been a hard process, one that I have flirted with throughout the years only to see the collection grow like some black tumor. I was a kid who was picked when I was younger, I never felt appreciated, was made fun of because I had bookish interests, and felt powerless in this world; then along comes xmen #1, a horrible little book by today’s standards but it stroked something inside. All the sudden it seemed like the verbal onslaught coming from Chris Claremont was speaking directly to me, and a reassuring feeling came from each issue I bought, and it lasted from that point on. While I still love comics as an art form and medium I've been asking myself why I am still buying these things. It’s this huge unruly mess of boxes that takes up a ton of space, but I think of how much joy it brought me when I was young. I’m sure there is some kid out there greatly turned off by the cost of the damn things, but he or she feels the same way that I did many years ago. I have a wife, a stepson, and another one on the way. I don’t feel so powerless anymore and the need that comic books fulfilled is no longer required. I’d rather give them away, maybe some kid with the same problems I had will find it and really enjoy them.


Or maybe I will sell them all at a garage sale. Either way I’m going to be doing some pruning.