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comic book therapy: morality tale

My favorite way to de-stress is to grab my cigarettes, a cup of coffee and bunch of comic books from my shelf and head outside. By myself. I don't care if it's pouring (which it was tonight) - I'll still head to the porch and do my thing.

I had a very stressful day today, both at work and home. So I reached into my stash of Very Special Comic Books - those are the ones I haven't read yet - and found the bag of comics I bought at St. Marks Comics last time I was in the city.

Ohhh, I said to myself. I totally forgot I bought an issue of Tony Millionaire's Sock Monkey! So I took Sock Monkey outside with me and my cigarettes and my coffee and prepared to de-stress.

You know, it's really hard to feel sorry for yourself when you read a poignant, sad tale of love and loss between Uncle Gabby the sock monkey and the stuffed elephant he adored.

The moral of this story is: No matter how bad things seem for you, there's always a sock monkey somewhere who has it worse.

As an aside, it wouldn't hurt someone to cough up a couple of dollars and buy me that Uncle Gabby figure for Christmas. Ok, ok...I understand if you don't want to buy a total stranger a piece of plastic. Hey, you can always donate to my Send Ted Rall to Iraq and Keep Him There fund.

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Hey, guess I need to borrow Sock Monkey - my life seems to be imploding pretty quickly! Pass the ciggs and alcohol while you're at it!

I thought you gave up the demon fags?

Shhh, don't tell anyone but I still have my Sock Monkey from when I was a child....and I keep him in my office.

I'd buy it for you but I'm broke as hell! I had to buy a new gas and water line last month so buying monkeys and porn seem low on the list of needs. But hang in there, I know what you mean by stress! I've had nothing but stress for two months now, and it's not over by a long shot!

I read Sock Monkey too.
And in fact, someone gave me a sock monkey for Christmas (of the famed comic)

I'm such a complete moron. I said Christmas when I sure as hell meant my birthday.
LOL
It's all this insidious Christmas music and commercials everywhere...it's foggy my brain.

By Chanukah I'll be claiming I got stuff for Easter.
I'm such a confused girl some days. lol

Since I'm still banned from NYC IMC, I'm trolling around.

It kills me that you love Tony Millioniare.

I love that cartoon. I look forward to reading it in the voice every Tuesday.

It just seems so ironic that we are separated in political views by an immense gulf and yet have overlapping interests.

Hmmn.. two sides of the same coin?

God, I hate being banned from NY IMC.

Lileks site, the old food ads, are hilarious. The writer is a genius. You may have noted I used Mr. Coffee nerves from the site to slam Latuff.

Coffee & cigarettes: I live on them. Am I the only idiot who returned to smoking after quitting for nine years and thinking I'd never smoke again in my life?

Oh, I think I figured out your pen-name on NYC IMC.

Vince, don't bother thinking about that. I never post on NYC IMC. Not worth my time.