“All my life I’ve looked at words as though I were seeing them for the first time.” –Ernest Hemingway How many can claim that their understanding of the word “Apocalypse” spurred from—no, not the Bible—a 3,000 year old super villain left over from ancient Egyptian times that exists in only the Marvel Universe? How about their first taste of Greek Mythology coming from a straight-laced leader of the X-Men: Cyclops? All writers for this site, put down your hands. My love for literature started when I was sitting on my front porch when I was six-ish years old. A lanky, ugly, and unfoundedly pompous young gentleman named Brian Kronner crashed his bike in my front lawn because he was trying to carry too many action figures. From this introduction, I began reading comic books voraciously. I loved the ideas, and the words that got me there. Brian opened doors for me through this clumsiness, a trait he never quite got over. It was only a matter of time until that appetite for ideas took me to new areas like Mark Twain, Billy Shakespeare, and Ernest Hemingway. That’s where I’m coming from.