When You Got A Condition, It's Bad

I Check The List. Rubber Tubing, Gas, Saw, Gloves, Cuffs, Razor Wire, Hatchet, Gladys, And My Mitts.

I Grew Up On The Crime Stuff. Spillane, Chandler, Jim Thompson, And Noir Movies Like Fuller, Orson Welles, Fritz Lang. When I First Showed Up In New York To Write Comics Back In The Late 1970s, I Came With A Bunch Of Crime Stories But Everybody Just Wanted Men In Tights.

The World Doesn't Make Sense Until You Force It To.

She Doesn't Quite Chop His Head Off. She Makes A Pez Dispenser Out Of Him.

But I'm Not Trying To Convince Anybody How To Vote Or How To Live. Nobody's Ever Successfully Accused Me Of Being Realistic.