![]() ![]() One of the characters that he helped me to love was Batman. He was an adult geek, the first I had ever known, and that was amazing. ![]() I kept in touch with him long after he and my mother split up. He even took me to my first comic book store. Even more important than the books were the times that he and I spent together I grilled him for hours about the histories of major characters and he was always kind enough to humor me. Contained within the boxes- most of which still sit in my basement twenty-five years later- were a treasure trove of 70s and 80s heroes, especially Doctor Strange and a nearly-complete run of the original Defenders. My big break came in high school when I bought boxes and boxes of them off of one of my mother’s boyfriends, no doubt getting a huge discount as he both tried to look mature enough to date my mother while also trying to be nice to me. Looking back on it now, it’s adorable just how much I loved the idea of comics even as I barely owned any and didn’t even understand the difference between Marvel and DC. My parents wouldn’t let me buy them, but I still had a tiny little suitcase of issues that I had managed to snag at flea markets with my own money. ![]()
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