I grew up without many cares or worries. I was lucky that way. Being rather introverted I could disappear into my room for hours and never really need to talk to anyone. When I was put into a strange situation, comics tended to be my escape. Third grade, my parents send me to overnight soccer camp in hopes that I will become athletic… my solution was to spend any off time in my room reading “Hagar the Horrible.” First day of college, I move into my dorm room and immediately go to the campus bookstore. There I buy a copy of a collection of a strange comic I’d never heard of before… “Bloom County.”
