My love of comics began at an early age. My parents dragged me to a flea market where I discovered a stack of dog-eared comics for a quarter apiece. Tossing the Archie's and Richie Riche's aside, I discovered a much cooler-looking character within the stack. I ended up buying a book entitled Werewolf by Night. I found a quiet spot to pore over my new purchase, and from that point on I was hooked. In fact, I was addicted to comic books. I loved everything about them--the stories, the fantastic art, and of course the outlandish characters. Soon, I would sprint from table to table at flea markets greedily searching for more comics. As my collection grew, I began to discover other colorful characters.