I can’t remember the last time I had a comic published. It was either the Valiant/Voyager books or the X-Men series from the mid-90s. By that time in my life I was writing a lot of interactive computer games (where I was earning a bunch of money and getting lots of respect) and I simply didn’t have the time or energy to deal with the prima donna high school interns turned editors who were working on my books and making me jump through hoops I was too big for. Every once in a while I think it would be fun to write another Iron Man script or come up with a new comic book universe, like the one I did at Majestic, but I do believe that ship has long since sailed. It’s such a different business these days I wouldn’t know where to begin.
Anyway, back to the favor. Because I’m stupid/smart enough to have my legit email address attached to this blog, I get some odd mail, including from my new friend Bobby from Texas who would very much like to send me a bunch of comics that I’ve written over the years for my autograph. He says he just finished up his run of Rust comics on eBay.
I don’t have a problem with people buying their favorite comic books on eBay. I buy my share of toys and more Mission: Impossible memorabilia than is probably healthy, off the site. But the notion of someone hunting down and paying three or four bucks plus shipping for some of my comics is just plain weird. Contacting me for my home address so they can get them signed is even weirder (or perhaps simply more weird).
I don’t know what to do. Texas is a healthy distance from California. Should I let him send me the books? If I do should I put out an extra plate setting for dinner tomorrow because Good Old Bobby will be here with his sawed-off and suitcase of body parts?If I’m never heard from again, have the cops check my email account for clues to tracking down Bobby in Texas. My hotmail password is: StinkyCheesePants123Blastoff007
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