Tag Archives: Murph
Maybe J. Jonah was right.
It was a slow Monday in the comic shop. One of my coworkers, Will, was busying himself making a list of the gamebooks we needed to reorder, and I was flipping through the Diamond catalog trying to figure out what … Continue reading →
A Tale of Two Transcripts.
My absolute best day as a transcriptionist came when the broker sent me a file that was tagged as academia. Most of what I used to do was media, TV shows and movies (and a lot of reality TV in … Continue reading →
The coolest cat ever, or…
My comic book shop was in the “eclectic” part of town, so I was used to odd characters. But that afternoon, one of the oddest I’d ever seen walked in. I was minding the store myself, while my employee Ian … Continue reading →
On writing. (With apologies to ol’ Steve-O.)
I am the entertainer, I bring to you my songs I’ve always said that if you want to write to make money, you’re not a real writer. If you want to write to become famous, you’re not a real writer. … Continue reading →
The elephant in the room.
They got a name for the winners in the world—I want a name when I lose So, let’s just get this over with. When I tell these stories, there’s one question I tend to get more than any other. So … Continue reading →
Happy birthday.
(Originally posted 6/18/26) I kissed your lips and broke your heart “Murph!” I turned away from the heated debate we’d been having on just how many copies of the latest Image books to risk ordering and saw that magnificent smile. … Continue reading →
On losing my anchor being.
(Originally posted 6/03/26) So stay with me, and I’ll have it made When I was a much younger man, I met an amazing woman. She was brilliant, funny, and fearless. She was beautiful, but didn’t think she was. She had … Continue reading →
Raison d’etre.
Like so many things, it begins with a girl. (There’s also a boy, but he’s much less important. He’s only the teller of tales, a word-style hero who has occasional flashes of being better than he has any right to … Continue reading →
Dedication.
For Sid, who always made me want to be better than I was. And for Ransom, who always made me feel like I was already better. For some reason, the two of you really loved the stories I told. My … Continue reading →