I Love comic books, and the industry in general. I've always wanted to be a writer, but never thought I was worth a damn. I remember in HS a girlfriend and I would go to the local comic shop, and check the all out. We'd even come up with stories together. She always thought that I should've sent my stuff in, but I always figured they were shit. All this time I've read, watched, and dreamed about comic books. About 3-4 years ago, I decided I needed to attempt it and started writing. I moved back to NJ, and focused myself on this goal. I had this goal of being published, by the age of 35. I'll be 35 in about 6 months. Hell in my head; I should've been published, had 2 spin offs, 4 signings, animation deal in the works, Stan Lee on speed dial, an apparel line starting, 3 Eisner Awards, and talks of a video game. lol I joke... But I began to realize that the goal was not very realistic if I wanted to do it right, and truly make an impact. I also saw that my push to attain this goal was more out of rage, spite, Hate, anger, frustration, revenge, and pain. It was gonna be my way of showing someone that I was worth more than they ever thought of me, and that they could kiss my very nice Black ass. I feel ashamed and a bit dismayed that I have acted in such a manner to my first Love ie comic books. I started to see that my journey there has; made me new friends, gave me my confidence back, allowed me to use the screen as therapy, make something new, showed me the flaws in the industry, make a product that doesn't exclude everyone but a a couple groups, opened my eyes to new comics, shared close moments with someone very special once upon a time, Honor a lost friend and showed me that I still have some resemblance of a heart. The goal will be great, but the road there has been and will continue to be Joyful... Thank you.