Well...Life sucks sometimes. Basicly the apartment overhead sprung a leak in the pipe that drains the kitchen sink. The pipe that runs directly over my closet. So...Basicly now I have a closet full of soggy, now moldering cloths that I will have to wash, and get cleaned. That sucks. But what *really sucks* is that also in the closet was most of my comic collection. I lost roughly 100 comics. A box full. Now, I'm 32 years old. I can handle such things. It just sucks. It's like going through a mini natural disaster. You lose some items you've had for most of your life. Completely...totally lose these things that you attach memories to. That you've carted from house to house, lovingly. They have value only to you. The comics I lost really had no value, except maybe a couple of my Marvel Comics that had cost 25 cents when originally sold. Still, they were vampire titles, and not like Superman #1. I also lost two other comic boxes. They were actually boxes my mother scored for me that blood is transfered around in. They were clean, and unused, and lined to act as coolers. So some of the comics that were in there were safe, but the boxes were distroyed. Now I need more comic boxes, and I don't actually have the extra money to buy some. This is going to sound silly, but if anyone feels kind enough to donate some bucks to the cause, my paypal account is listed under shadowteague@yahoo.com. I can maybe buy a couple of boxes online. I know they're cheap. And I'm thinking of having a funeral for my poor, lost comics. Seems like a thing to do.
Pics of the damage can be veiwed at
http://homepage.mac.com/shadowteague/PhotoAlbum18.html