How to Lose An Audience’s Attention In Roughly Ten Minutes, Regain It, And Come Out With Very Few Casualties
Tuesday, June 16th, 2009The air smelled of stale pages and small children. The teenagers jostling in to the room reminded me of the wildebeasts that make short work of Mufasa, leaving Simba fatherless. I shed a tear for my daughter Calli and my unborn son. They will never know what it is like to have a father. My oldest, Kat, had betrayed them. She had led me to this pack of wolves, this den of geeky jockularity. I stood before them, notes quivering in my hand.
I was going to teach comic books to teenagers.
Kirby help me.
