I remember being eight and getting my first real comic book. It was an issue of Batman. The villain’s name was Cutter. He would chop up women after he murdered them and throw away their bodies in dumpsters. I loved Batman, but that particular book freaked me out.
I was scared to death to take the trash out at night for the next two years. As a grown-up, I'm not scared to take out the trash anymore, but the impact of comic books on my life remains.Read More