How I sold my comic books (and why)
It’s fun to meet readers for coffee or lunch. It used to seem a little strange that random strangers knew so much about my life, but nowadays it just makes conversations easier.
People always want to know about three things:
- How’s Kris, my ex-wife? (Answer: Kris is fine. We see each other often. I help her with tech stuff and share my Portland Timbers tickets with her and her boyfriend. She gives me pickles.)
- How are the cats? (Answer: The cats are also fine. They all live with Kris. They’re getting older and fatter and lazier, as cats will do.)
- How’s my comic book collection?
The answer to that last question is actually vastly more complicated than the answers to the first two. You see, I’ve (almost) given up comics completely.