Treasure!

I found this hilarious little bit of Warren-rambling on another site today, and thought it completely awesome:

@BrianReed Unearthing old characters for Marvel to see if they’re worth reactivating will clip five years off your life. Trust me.

Because six hours later you’re all “ah, yes, Flying Coyote Whore who some drunk invented for Luke Cage to fuck in 1975, I see potential..” And a day later you’re, “geezer, that guy who used to deliver the mail to The Fantastic Four, there’s totally a miniseries there…”

And then your kid starts calling you “Scary Daddy” and your girl won’t let you touch her and you see Stan Lee when you try to jerk off. But you can’t jerk off and suddenly you’re living in the woods and you don’t remember why and someone seems to have pissed in your clothes.

But you really want to write that story about the voodoo chicken guy from those old Marvel comics but old women are flinging turds at you. And cops are beating you up every night and you get raped by a hobo with a face like Roseanne who keeps saying “Cough on it, John.”

And why? Because you decided to research old Marvel comics. Just walk away, Reed. Or you may never walk the same again.

Oh Warren, you're the best person ever.

I know I've been AWOL lately, some pictures detailing why soon!