The Creepy Touch crashed and burned pretty hard. We ran through a year’s budget in just one summer and the final episode ended with me getting beaten to death. The surviving participants no longer speak. Like a phoenix from the ashes or a kleenex from the trashes, I am reborn.
They say that you can never go home but “they” are super wrong since I did it and I didn’t even have to do it alone. My daddy and I went to my spiritual home, a comic book store in Stamford, Connecticut. A Timeless Journey. I used to have dreams that I would travel to this place on a flying kickboard and sometimes I would realize I wasn’t wearing pants.
When I was fourteen I made a stop here while I was on my first date, with the girl in tow, and I bought a Madman shirt. Later she let me kiss her anyway. I guess women make up their minds about whether or not you get to be on them way before it happens and even a trip to a comic store won’t deter them. I wonder where that girl is now?
My daddy, Glenn, and I decided to stop by and check out the store on Black Friday, see what it was like. Naturally, it was empty. We harrassed and harangued Paul, the owner, until the interview was done.
If you find yourself in Stamford stop by A Timeless Journey, home away from home.
- Toilet Cobra