Clear eyes to see

A major source of our conflicts is that humans don’t understand themselves let alone

other people. It’s irritating when I hear people say things about former lovers or spouses

like “You’ve changed” or “Your not the person I knew five years ago.” When in reality

you didn’t have the wherewithal to see this person because you saw them in “your eyes” when

you should have been looking at them with “clear eyes”. No one decides to start cheating

out of the blue. It was always part of that person and you didn’t see it because you played

a slight of hand trick on your own mind. Now you’re attached to a violent alpha male who

may kill you and your kids or you’re tied for the rest of your life to a viper of a woman

who cheated on you numerous times and the paternity of the kids you love are suspect.

We teach our kids to read and write but parents very rarely teach their kids to see the

truth and people for what they are. As an adult you know full well that so much of what

you knew as a child was a half truth or an outright lie but you teach your children,

the humans that you are most responsible for in the world, the same horrible lies that could

very well mentally and psychologically cripple them as adults. Am I suggesting that

you tell a five year old cold hard facts about rape murder and pain? Of course not

but ask yourself how many things you wish your parents or some adult in your life had

told you in your youth that would have made your life a little easier.

Tell your girls to error on the side of caution and not trust any man outside of

her dad and brothers. Before your son decides to be a patriot and join the armed forces

take him to see soldiers that have become wounded on the inside and out because of

conflicts that have very little to do with protecting the country. Makes sure that

before they vote for anyone they know who is really behind that candidate and is

their agenda for the betterment of most of us. Train them to notice the inflection

in a person’s voice so that they can understand what they said and what they really

mean. Make sure they don’t take anything to serious. Train them to enjoy what they

have.

The upside to being black

The chances of me getting harassed by the majority of the world is very low.

Your credit score is so bad you scarcely care.

A LOT of white women will try on a black to see what the big deal is.

You aren’t expected to go down so when you do she thinks you love her.

You can misspell a bunch of words on face book and people think your just

cool.

You can borrow money from all your white friends and never return it because

they fear a confrontation and being called a racist.

You can invent a bullshit style and no will call you on it.

Having an arrest record isn’t that bad of a thing and is great for music or athletic endeavors

No one expects you to know the answer to ANYTHING so when you do you seem smart.

You can serve people Kool aid instead of pop or beer and white people will never call you on it.

White people get really nice when there are a bunch of you

Getting shot can be a point of pride

Niggerriging can save you a lot of money.

Smoking and gambling isn’t nearly as frowned upon if your black.

No one really expects you to get married so when you do… divorce

isn’t a big surprise.

Adriantobg comics: my first punisher t shirt, war of the gods, armageddon 2001, x men, x force and the infinity gauntlet

From the moment I read the first Punisher story I knew this was a character that seem to make

sense to me. Up until then Daredevil and Batman were a tie for my favorite comic book

persona. Frank Castle was a vigilante that was grounded in reality. He could exist in the real

world. A Vietnam vet who had his family killed by gangsters and wages a war on all criminals. I

am sure there are quite a few people who would be more than happy to put motherfuckers to

task. Writers like Mike Baron and Garth Ennis help take Frank Castle to another level then just a

minor Spiderman character. The moment I saw that punisher skull t shirt at the newsstand I got

my comic books at the time I knew I had to have that. But I had come there to buy comics and

not a awesome punisher death skull t shirt. I was on a limited income so the death skull had to

wait for two whole weeks for me get her. The day I bought that punisher death skull t shirt was

a great day in my comic book history. I treat that T like it was a hundred dollar designer shirt. I

took it to the cleaners whenever it got dirty. That death skull made me feel stronger when I had

it close to my skin. It actually put me in a different state of mind.

The early 90’s were a great time for the comics. You had great artist and great writers creating

great things. Thanos, the mad titan in love with death who himself had been brought to life in

the pages of Silver Surfer by the great Ron Lim and the demigod Jim Starlin, became God

with the use of the Infinity Gauntlet. All the hero’s of earth were no match for him and were

batted away like gnats. The various cosmic powered being received the same brutal treatment

as the Avengers, Fantastic Four and the various costumed superman of earth. The Infinity

Gauntlet also brought back Adam Warlock (who stole the Gauntlet) ,Gamora, and Pip the Troll.

Armageddon 2001 was a storyline that took place across all of the DC comics annuals that year.

One hero in the near future would destroy all other super beings and become a evil dictator

known as Monarch. A new time travelling character known as Waverider ventured into the past

to find out which hero would turn bad and try to stop him or her. The concept was great but

when they revealed which hero turned evil it was a huge let down. I wanted someone big.

War of the Gods started with powerful sorcerous Circe manipulating the gods into waging war

against each other so that she could kill the earth goddess Gaea. Captain Marvel under the

infulence of the Roman gods gets into a huge fight with Wonder Woman who is preventing him

from killing the Greek Gods. The art by George Perez was just awesome.

The most popular comic at the time were the X Men . Jim Lee was the artist of that era. Nobody

was as good as Jim Lee. He drew the Uncanny X Men at the time and Marvel decided that the

book was so popular “Why not make another book just called X Men? better yet why not make

several covers for the book with same story inside. And to top it off we will make a deluxe

edition that will have all the covers together!” My brother and I were fanboys at the time and

fell for that shit hook line and sinker. I am not sure if X Force came out before or after X Men

but they had a similar marketing ploy. Same comic, poly bagged, with like five different cards!

WOW! This may not have been the first mass produced but the trend for gimmicks in comics

was just around the corner. By the by Wikipedia informs me that X force came out first followed

by X Men.

Ed stories

ED AND THE CAR

Before my brother began avoiding legitimate jobs like the plague he actually held a few that

must have been at least decent. The first year that we lived on 16th and Kominsky he got a car.

Unlike most men I am not a big car guy so I can tell you with a degree of uncertainity that I think

the car was a Monte Carlo 83′ to 86′ maybe. The car was pretty fucking nice to be honest. Who

had ever owned it kept it in good condition and the black finish was pretty good too. He gave

us all a ride and my mother stated that she wanted him to take her to the store to get

groceries. Ed agreed and he left. After not seeing him for the next few days my mother became

nervous. The next time we saw him he didn’t have the car anymore. He told my mother that he

drove it in a ditch and just left it there. The story sounded like bullshit because it was bullshit.

What person is going to leave a car in a ditch and just say “Oh well I guess it’s back to public

transportation for me.” when you’ve had the car less than two weeks. My mother could never

get the truth out of him as to what actually happened so we came up with our own theories as to

what transpired. We came up with two possibilities on the mystery of the vanishing car. One

was the person who sold the car to my brother was not actually the owner and either the cops

picked him up or the owner of said car found his rightful property. Two: he went on a drug

binge and sold the car for crack or heroin. I know what some of you are thinking maybe he got

car jacked ? Car jacking is nothing new where I was born and nothing to really be ashamed of if

two niggas roll up on you and put a gun to your face and threaten to blow your head off. Unless

of course you were somewhere you did not belong (crack house).

THE LADY IN THE WINDOW

The mother’s friend lived next to us on the first floor. On the second was a woman who lived

there with her son who I am pretty sure had Down Syndrome. She was plain but had a nice pair

of tits. The two houses must have been very similar because the windows on the second floors

matched up perfectly. We normally had a blanket over the window but it must have fallen

down or something because this woman was looking in directly at me. The incident happened

in the morning while I was getting ready for school. I don’t remember not having morning wood

in those days and so I’m pretty sure I had a hard on as she watched me change my clothes to

get ready for school. I hadn’t notice someone was watching me until I had most of my clothes

on. It didn’t bother me much that a older lady was looking at me but I had kind of wished she

had been prettier looking. I told everyone about this of course and my mother seemed to be a

little pissed about. My older brother Ed went over there and fucked her. Weeks later I can

recall him telling me she was crazy and not in a good way. She would fuck him and then try

to kicked his ass seconds later. Oh well better him then me.

Comics tobg: why I tend to make mine marvel

If I am to be honest with myself and look at the books that have awed and inspired me

more I would have to go with Marvel. Let’s just break it down to books and characters

I enjoyed in the 80’s

Marvel

Fall of the mutants Fearful symmetry secret wars

scourge of the underworld frog Thor/body armor Thor

Avengers annual 10 Xmen annual 10

Avenger mansion invaded/fight gods of Olympus

Venom Captain America annual 8 Handbook of the marvel universe deluxe edition

The punisher miniseries #1 Beta Ray Bill New Warriors

New Mutants Cloak and Dagger Typhoid Mary John Byrne run FF

Whilce Portacio’s run on the Punisher (which got me seriously collecting comics)

Ron Lim’s run on Silver Surfer vol.3 and Captain America Excalibur Armor wars

Taskmaster Blackheart Microchip etc etc I could go on

DC

The Great Darkness saga Crisis on infinite Earths The Judas contract

Deathstroke The new Teen Titans, Nightwing A death in the family

Norm Breyfogle’s run on detective comics the killing joke Vigilante

For me Marvel has always been the best hands down winner. I will run comparisons

for the 90’s and 00’s later

COMICS TOBG: The best comic mini series no one has ever read

In the fall of 90′ I came a across a miniseries for a minor Marvel character known as the

Foolkiller. There had been two previous Foolkillers unrelated to Kurt Gerhardt the man who

would become the third Foolkiller. It started with Gerhardt’s father being beat to death by a

bunch of skinheads for six dollars. They show the false teeth being kicked out of the old man

head. Everything begins to spiral down from there. The company he works for downsizes and

he gets laid off. After months and months of looking for a job he is past the breaking point and

is severely depressed . His marriage is over and the only thing he wants out of it is the computer

and his clothes. He moves into a rundown apartment building and is hired at a pseudo

McDonald’s slinging burgers. During a robbery Gerhardt loses it and attacks one of the robbers

while screaming “six dollars!” and has his ass handed to him for this.

While watching a Morton Downey jr. knock off talking to the second Foolkiller from a mental

institution and becomes intrigued. They use a computer bulletin board to have conversations.

As they are kindred spirits the second Foolkiller tells Gerhardt to get in contact with a

associate of his by the name of Merle Singer who the second Foolkiller “help” after her

boyfriend threw acid in her face. She gives him a extra costume and the purification gun.

As he leaves he is confronted by skin heads who try to rob him. The Purification Gun

turns them into ashes and they become his first victims. He over comes the sickness he

feels at watching the skin heads die and dons the costume and proceeds to turn a number of

filth and criminals to freeze dried shit until he runs into a hardcore criminal known as

Backhand and gets his ass kicked and barely escapes with his life.

After this confrontation he realizes he needs to toughen himself for the job he is about to

do. After working out and doing various things to harden his body and mind he dons a costume

made by himself and proceeds to “purify” a gang of youths attacking women in Central Park. I

will not tell you anymore about this miniseries because I would love for you to go out a buy or

order one of the best written stories in comics ever. I am sure you could buy the entire series

for five bucks or less. There are a number of reasons why this book never became popular.

There were no superheroes in this comic, the adults themes may have put younger viewers off,

Marvel did a shit job promoting this book, and last but not least the artwork was not very good.

Being a writer the story is always more important than the art work but you need that to draw

people in. This miniseries is as good a story as Watchman or the Dark Knight Returns with a

more realistic story line. This could be such a awesome movie. That and Blood and Shadows by

Joe R Lansdale.

comics tobg: Why comics?

Reading a comic involves all the senses except taste which is why I drink a nice beer or smoke a

Partagas whilst reading. The art of a great comic artist can be more distinctive then the style of

any movie director or painter. Any real comic book fan can recognize the art work of Jack Kirby,

John Romita jr, Alex Ross, Alan Davis, George Perez, John Byrne, Joe Quesada, Barry Windsor

Smith, Mark Texeira, and Whilce Portacio without the benefit of any cover or title pages.

How many modern day writers in any genre are better than Alan Moore, Grant Morrison, Garth Ennis,

Mark Gruenwald, Steve Gerber, Mark Waid, Bill Willingham, Brian K Vaughan, Jeph Loeb, Mark

Millar and Neal Gaiman? It bright, shiny and fits right in your hand. It’s not just for

superheroes any more. You go as silly as you want( Milk and Cheese, Quantum and Woody) as

serious as you need (X men God loves Man Kills, Miracleman) to just fucking horrific (Crossed,

Blood and Shadows) to Indie gems (Stray Bullets,Love and Rockets,). Comics are like a Nevada

whorehouse they will have what you want and if they don’t they will find it for you. If I know

you I have at least a miniseries you will enjoy. I got my wife hooked on the Preacher, Y the

last man, and Fables for a while.

One of the hardest times I ever had was when I had to stop collecting comics for about

six months. I was just starting at Wal Mart and Stacie did not have a job yet. I am not so

obsessed that I had to think about if I should feed my child or got get my comics. The boy and

my mate would always come first but that doesn’t mean liked it one bit. I had to drive past the

comic shop everyday day to work. I was more irritable and snapped quicker then usual. I could

have gotten two or three books at a time but that would have just made it worse. Do you know

how much can change in the comic world in six months? When my brother came over with his

books I decline to read them. I needed my own books in full in my fucking hands. When the

glorious day came for me to get my books I bought a few pints of Paulaner from Stang Kelly and

a Baccarat cigar 50 ring with a dark maduro wrapper. I was drunk, a little high from smoking the

cigar too fast and in heaven having waited six months for my comics.

Some of my fondest memories are getting certain books. I bought what if series 2 # 4 second series

the day I saw Batman (89′)which was playing either the Esquire or McClurg Court. The first

comics I ordered from a comic book ad was from Mile High Comics and I brought the maxi series

Crisis on Infinite Earths. I bought the last three issues of Vigilante when I got off work early

from work.I was totally shocked when the main character blew his own head off. My brother and I were

watching The Transformers when my mother decided to be nice to us and bought us a bad of

comics and one was the first issue of Secret Wars first series. I of course have many fond

memories of many other people and places. Losing my virginity, getting into fights, spankings

from my mother, the joy of having my first job, having great lovers, meeting the woman whom I

would marry and have kids with . The family are the truly the only part I hold more dear then

my comics. Some my equal but only one surpasses.