No one has ever bothered to ask me..
Why I became a writer instead of a big red fire truck or a dirty politician. I still ask myself that same question, but that is not what this post is about. It’s about how I learned to appreciate comic book ads and love the classifieds.
It was a sad day when my package finally arrived, and I found out first hand that you cannot really see through peoples clothes with X-ray spectacles or grow dinosaurs in your bath tub.