Graphic novel squee
Edward Morgan Blake. Born 1924. Forty-five years a comedian, died 1985, buried in the rain. Is that what happens to us? A life of conflict with no time for friends...so that when it's done, only our enemies leave roses.
If I could ask the universe to write me the perfect story, The Watchmen just might be it. Picked up a copy from the library this afternoon and can't put it down. The fucked-up, damaged characters! The moral ambiguity! Spandex, trench coats and fedoras, naked blue guys! I know I'm extremely late to the party here, but damn, this is good stuff.
If I could ask the universe to write me the perfect story, The Watchmen just might be it. Picked up a copy from the library this afternoon and can't put it down. The fucked-up, damaged characters! The moral ambiguity! Spandex, trench coats and fedoras, naked blue guys! I know I'm extremely late to the party here, but damn, this is good stuff.