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Here's a stupid song I made that climaxes with me going to a comic book store with a girl. When I was little I just wanted to have a girlfriend and to work in comics, maybe at Wizard magazine. My life has been one disappointment after another and I've found that neither dream will ever make me happy. But it used to be fun to bring girls to comic book stores.I remember the first time I brought a girl to a comic book store. I was 13 and it was my first date with my first girlfriend. My dad drove us there and then we went to Playland in Rye New York. I got one of Mike Allred's Madman shirts. I wonder what she thought as she peered around at the brightly colored paper and model kits and stuff. My dad got one of those Paradox Press Big Books which he read on a bench as I wandered around with this frizzy red-headed lady-child. Later I had my awkward first kiss by Playland's shitty mini golf course on one of the benches that faces the lake. She told me I would remember it forever and I stared into the darkness over the water as she put her full weight onto my ribcage. I was in a lot of discomfort but I didn't say anything for fear of ruining the moment. At the end of the summer when we broke up she explained that she was actually very popular at her school. When I was 17 or 18, I started hanging out with the punks and stopped seeing a difference between genders. Every time I go into a comic store with a girl who doesn't care about comics I think about being 13 and realize that I don't know myself any more now than I did then.Here are two Valentines I made this year.


