Have a great time in Boston! It's where I went to school and started my comedy career, so I have a lot of fond memories. The comic store I went to most while I was in school there was Comicopia on Comm Ave in Boston. Also, I really recommend the restaurant Grasshopper, an Asian vegan place that's been around for decades, now located in the Super 88 Market. Enjoy whatever comics and food you take in! I hope you have a great time!
Of course! Related to the tiki tip, a place called the Hong Kong has a large receptacle of alcohol called a "Scorpion Bowl" that is somewhat famous, if that's your jam!
Vine was a gift we all squandered. Holler if you’re back in Bloomington (IU) any time in the future! I don’t do standup anymore, but I’d love to buy you a sandwich if ya got the time. Pickles optional.
Thank you for Thundarr. It is a great read. I am reading Absolute Superman and I am really mystified by his whole mythos, his power set, that weird cape, and his villains. I've given up trying to predict the outcomes and have relented to the back story filling itself in bits and pieces.
Thanks. Yeah, that's definitely a part of how I'm approaching the series. Building and exploring little by little as we go. ABSOLUTE SUPERMAN #25, which I'm working on this week, will be a big piece of the puzzle.
Thank you Jason! Your words have helped this 51 year old man still in pursuit of his childhood dream more than I can explain right now......definitely needed to read this. Thank you again!
I was born in MI, but was brought to NY immediately, & by the 90's, I was a street kid in the village of New Paltz NY, a SUNY location which High Times once talked about as a great party college, cuz its basically the halfway point on the Thruway between NYC & Albany.
I was already a father, our marriage had already collapsed, & I dove head first back into the street scene, & into my addiction. I went to that Woodstock, & we had planned to stay for the whole thing, but for several reasons, I am hyper vigilant & my brain is especially wired to calculate patterns, especially human behavior.
Most of the time I can communicate all the details that I'm reading about a person, or group, but other times, I may not be able to really clarify why I feel some kind of way, but my brain has been doing some kind of calculations & I make a choice.
It wouldn't be until much later, when documentaries were made about the collapse of that Woodstock & some of the terrible shit that happened, but I knew it was going bad in a way that even I wouldn't be able to keep my people safe from. We stayed for Rage Against the Machine, but I told the others we could only do that from the outside of the fence, then we left.
The 90's were a strange, haunted & somehow beautiful period, where so, so many of us saw that all the adults before us had made a real mess of things. There was a lot of darkness but I don't think I would change things, even if I could. You may have felt alone, & many of us were in certain ways, but also, knowing that you were out there - even so close to where we were - is important in some indescribable way.
Cheers, and yes, the 90s were indeed a strange time. We were actually at different Woodstocks though. I was at the one in '94. The one that turned into a giant mud pit. I'm glad you avoided the worst parts of Woodstock '99.
Ah, right, this is a good reminder for me not to read things when I'm distracted. But like many old men, I have a story for that one, too. Everyone was aware of that one, the sort of revival of it, & with the location of town, we saw a lot of cars with various out of state license plates.
We were sitting on the stoop as the local cops had pulled over an older station wagon that was just filled with stuff. It was driven by a young guy who looked a bit like an old hippy & the cops were very suspicious of him.
He would answer questions, barely, so an older cop started grilling him, & commanded a very young, brand new cop to dig around in the car. He pulled up a long, metal tube, shaped like a school science test tube, but solid with a screw cap.
He shook it & must have heard something, & they asked him what it was. He grinned widely & shrugged. The older cop told the young guy to open it, which he did, & turned it to empty into his hand, but liquid came out, some spilling, but most pooled in his palm.
The driver laughed & revealed that it was liquid lsd. I saw the young cop's eyes go wide, & he dumped the liquid as the older cop began to arrest the driver. I started yelling to the cop that he needed to go find Vitamin B asap & take a bunch. The older cop shouted that I needed to shut up & mind my own business.
I yelled back that, unlike them, I probably knew more about what to expect than they did, & although scientifically, we don't have any solid evidence that it helps, I have a much longer story about a time I took way too many & thought I had lost my mind. But I managed to ask someone to get me some, used it, & eventually, I was ok.
Having had that experience, I was legitimately worried for the cop. More of them showed up & hustled the driver & him away. My girlfriend had been there with me, & she called the cop shop later that night to ask if he was ok, but of course they wouldn't tell us anything. We never saw that cop again tho.
Dear Jason,
Have a great time in Boston! It's where I went to school and started my comedy career, so I have a lot of fond memories. The comic store I went to most while I was in school there was Comicopia on Comm Ave in Boston. Also, I really recommend the restaurant Grasshopper, an Asian vegan place that's been around for decades, now located in the Super 88 Market. Enjoy whatever comics and food you take in! I hope you have a great time!
Love
Myq
Thanks, Myq. I do always try to visit a local comic store wherever I travel. Along with a tiki bar, of course.
Of course! Related to the tiki tip, a place called the Hong Kong has a large receptacle of alcohol called a "Scorpion Bowl" that is somewhat famous, if that's your jam!
That is indeed my jam.
A wild Myq sighting! Just so you’re aware I sing “beautiful sky, beautiful tree, popsicle stick garbage can” at least once a month.
Hahaha wow, thank you for reminding me about that! Delightful!
Vine was a gift we all squandered. Holler if you’re back in Bloomington (IU) any time in the future! I don’t do standup anymore, but I’d love to buy you a sandwich if ya got the time. Pickles optional.
Thank you! I love pickles!
Thank you for Thundarr. It is a great read. I am reading Absolute Superman and I am really mystified by his whole mythos, his power set, that weird cape, and his villains. I've given up trying to predict the outcomes and have relented to the back story filling itself in bits and pieces.
Thanks. Yeah, that's definitely a part of how I'm approaching the series. Building and exploring little by little as we go. ABSOLUTE SUPERMAN #25, which I'm working on this week, will be a big piece of the puzzle.
Posting just to add support for Elite Comics and William, the owner. I’ve shopped at comic shops all over the world, and there are none better.
William has been a friend and huge supporter of my career since its inception.
Thank you Jason! Your words have helped this 51 year old man still in pursuit of his childhood dream more than I can explain right now......definitely needed to read this. Thank you again!
Cheers and best wishes to you, Greg.
I was born in MI, but was brought to NY immediately, & by the 90's, I was a street kid in the village of New Paltz NY, a SUNY location which High Times once talked about as a great party college, cuz its basically the halfway point on the Thruway between NYC & Albany.
I was already a father, our marriage had already collapsed, & I dove head first back into the street scene, & into my addiction. I went to that Woodstock, & we had planned to stay for the whole thing, but for several reasons, I am hyper vigilant & my brain is especially wired to calculate patterns, especially human behavior.
Most of the time I can communicate all the details that I'm reading about a person, or group, but other times, I may not be able to really clarify why I feel some kind of way, but my brain has been doing some kind of calculations & I make a choice.
It wouldn't be until much later, when documentaries were made about the collapse of that Woodstock & some of the terrible shit that happened, but I knew it was going bad in a way that even I wouldn't be able to keep my people safe from. We stayed for Rage Against the Machine, but I told the others we could only do that from the outside of the fence, then we left.
The 90's were a strange, haunted & somehow beautiful period, where so, so many of us saw that all the adults before us had made a real mess of things. There was a lot of darkness but I don't think I would change things, even if I could. You may have felt alone, & many of us were in certain ways, but also, knowing that you were out there - even so close to where we were - is important in some indescribable way.
Glad you exist man, & thanks for the stories.
Cheers, and yes, the 90s were indeed a strange time. We were actually at different Woodstocks though. I was at the one in '94. The one that turned into a giant mud pit. I'm glad you avoided the worst parts of Woodstock '99.
Ah, right, this is a good reminder for me not to read things when I'm distracted. But like many old men, I have a story for that one, too. Everyone was aware of that one, the sort of revival of it, & with the location of town, we saw a lot of cars with various out of state license plates.
We were sitting on the stoop as the local cops had pulled over an older station wagon that was just filled with stuff. It was driven by a young guy who looked a bit like an old hippy & the cops were very suspicious of him.
He would answer questions, barely, so an older cop started grilling him, & commanded a very young, brand new cop to dig around in the car. He pulled up a long, metal tube, shaped like a school science test tube, but solid with a screw cap.
He shook it & must have heard something, & they asked him what it was. He grinned widely & shrugged. The older cop told the young guy to open it, which he did, & turned it to empty into his hand, but liquid came out, some spilling, but most pooled in his palm.
The driver laughed & revealed that it was liquid lsd. I saw the young cop's eyes go wide, & he dumped the liquid as the older cop began to arrest the driver. I started yelling to the cop that he needed to go find Vitamin B asap & take a bunch. The older cop shouted that I needed to shut up & mind my own business.
I yelled back that, unlike them, I probably knew more about what to expect than they did, & although scientifically, we don't have any solid evidence that it helps, I have a much longer story about a time I took way too many & thought I had lost my mind. But I managed to ask someone to get me some, used it, & eventually, I was ok.
Having had that experience, I was legitimately worried for the cop. More of them showed up & hustled the driver & him away. My girlfriend had been there with me, & she called the cop shop later that night to ask if he was ok, but of course they wouldn't tell us anything. We never saw that cop again tho.