So this weekend, while supping upon cheap pizza, I was perusing my “old” copies of Stray Bullets (everyone’s favorite serialized vision of sex, violence, and uh… violence) when I noticed that there was a letter by me in the back… y’know, where all the geeks write in to seem cool.
<p>OK, so first off, I really f-ed up the number of one of the first books. Yup, go Williams. </p> <p>Second off, it dawned on me that I’d written that letter several months ago in an attempt to seem cordial while trying to russel up a free bumper sticker. Yeah, no bumper sticker came, so I completely forgot about it. Freaked me out when I finally read it yesterday. </p> <p>Anyhow, now all you comic book nuts can read and say, “I knew that boy when he thought Knox gelatin was a hair product.” Or not. Whatever. Stray Bullets #25… it’s not even that good an issue, but still Stray Bullets, so it kicks butt.</p> <p>Back to the land of dreams…</p>