So, life things happened. I quit reading monthly issues of comic books, after collecting steadily since I was 10 years old. After realizing I had a stack of reads that was two months old and still buying every week, combined with a looming car payment, something had to give. The occasional collection still sneaks its way into my bookshelf but I am nowhere near knowledgeable of current events in comics for the first time in over twenty years. What did I miss? Is Gwen Stacy still dead? What about Batman's parents? Still ventilated?
No more current issues in my dimly-lit lair was strangely freeing. That huge stack I mentioned? Never even read it. My Current Wife is actually more caught up than me as she read that stack.
When I decided to be done, I just took it off of my table and filed it away. My weekly budget had spiraled out of control, with some weeks topping out at $75. Buying every part of a certain company-wide crossover event that was not put out by Marvel was what finally broke me.
Comics are still something I love and probably always will. Just at a safe distance now. Becoming a responsible adult is simultaneously depressing and thrilling. By not buying comics, I was able to save up to get a new car, a cherry red and black Telecaster, and not become homeless through insufficient funds and a bounced rent check. It is hard to collect and store comics when they are loose in a shopping cart as I fight for day-old bagels behind Noah's with Toothless Joe The Singing Hobo Prodigy. He never fights fair anyway, with his secret hobo pugilism techniques learned from The Boxcar Syndicate.
And we are now caught up to Present Day. Time to get down to brass tacks. The two biggest changes in my life lead directly into the re-opening of The Treehouse. My loves in life are music and art. My band, The Kill Junkies, put out a cd last year and I got a chance to work in a digital medium for the first time. So I now want to use The Treehouse to post about the band and our adventures. We have been hard at work writing new, nerdy, metal songs. One is called Crippled Masters and it is a love letter to martial arts movies. The other new one is entitled The Wanderer. It is about how your best bet for religion is worshiping Odin. We have also been working in songs from our old band, Fangboy And The Ghouls. Fun stuff. If you like nerdy, jam metal that doesn't take itself too seriously, check us out. The Kill Junkies Facebook Page
The Treehouse is also going to be a place for me to post things I draw. I am using art as a way to quit smoking. The goal is that every time I want a cigarette, I sketch in one of my many sketchbooks. As a Fine Art major, it seems to be a good way to keep up on drawing and doing something with my hands that doesn't involve nicotine. The Boxcar Hobo fights are just too hard on me anymore.
No promises this time. That is just too much pressure and I already have a job. This is supposed to be a fun diversion for me and for you. And not smoking has made me edgy. Which means I need other outlets. Drawing. Posting on here. Pimping the band. Just keep Toothless Joe The Singing Hobo Prodigy away from me. He still won't give me the two cans of beans he owes me.
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