The Mike Says...
Thursday the 22nd of July 2010
When I close my eyes, I'm standing at the top of a cliff with gray sky behind and wind blowing up and in from the ocean. I've never seen the ocean outside of movies or books, but I imagine it smells both salty and sweet, like a chocolate covered pretzel from the Amish Market. I feel my right foot brush the grass as it slides forward over the edge. I step off. Wind.

That's what I feel like now. When I think about my poverty, my dependence on a family I don't know, maybe I don't even belong to, my choices. I can't feel the speed of the earth pulled around the sun and I'm falling through time toward my inevitable destiny. Good? Bad? What will they say at my funeral and can I control that?

I know what I wanted. I wanted to make a living doing what I love. I decided that in college. I wanted to talk about concepts, stories, philosophy, and by God, support myself with that. I didn't expect to be married. I thought I'd die alone like the rest of us. But with that development, I still want to draw comics all my life. Why can't I be one of those people who get to do what they love for a living?

I. I. Me. Me.

Why can't we all?

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