This is it. Do or die. For me anyway. It’s what keeps me going. Fucking comics. I feel like a shark. If I stop now, I’m done. The heart stuff will catch up with me or I won’t be able to live with the neuropathy anymore and I’ll just end it. That’s about how I felt in 2010 when me, and my comics, started to develop a fan base. I still feel the same way. Wally Wood to the very end.