One of my first passions consumed me at the age of 6. My father promised me and delivered my very first comic book (Amazing Spider-Man #178, I believe). From those first wonderful moments I knew I had comics in my future in some form or fashion. I would spend hours creating my own comic books on folded-stapled 8.5 x 11 pieces of typing paper, then drawing in the characters, coloring them with my brother's color pencils, then lettering in the dialogue. (foolishly I actually took a couple and sold them to a classmate for a whopping 50 cents because that was the going rate for professional comic books).
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