The building that housed the comic book store I frequented as a kid in the ’80s and ’90s still stands, according to the most recent google street view images. It was a small-ish two-bedroom house with the front room containing all the new comics, along with posters, toys and other random merchandise, the living room racks of old paperback books, the dining room all of … Continue reading The enchanted cottage
On Saturdays, I wake up depressed. I don’t know why, but I do. It just is. Why is that? I’m not sure, but I wake up to the saddest lines from the saddest songs looping over and over again in my head until I look them up on YouTube, listen to them, and further depress myself. That’s when the “I’ve wasted my life” stuff begins. … Continue reading Something about Saturdays…
I went over to my parents’ house last week in search of writing, school papers, drawings, pics and whatever other childhood relics I could find that had the potential to give me a glimpse into my mental processes at the time. I’m currently in the planning stages of writing a book about what it’s like to have OCD. What’s it’s really like, from my perspective. … Continue reading Putting away childish things
