Comics...My Drug of Choice

So on the news last night, there was a report of a rather large Marijuana bust. Naturally, my smartass kids were busy making smartass comments, and trying to appear SOOOO sophisticated, especially when compared to their old fart parents.

I have never really understood the appeal of recreational drugs. I don't like not being in control of my own actions, nor is my life so desperate that I wish to escape it. COMICS are my drugs...and I can always count upon them to deliver, by God!

Need something psychedelic? Just read some old Steranko books...preferably something with Nick Fury. Or Jack Kirby for that matter. Silver Age storylines are FAR more fantastic than anything that cocaine can create. Plus, comics are cheaper in the long run, and you can go back and read them again, and they actually might appreciate in value! It's a win-win situation.

Naturally my kids sighed and rolled their eyes at my naivete...but did grudgingly agree that Batman: The Brave & the Bold IS the crackiest thing on television.

I rest my case. And I'm going to my dealer...er...comic book store right now.