One of the reasons I'm broke nine days out of ten — after paying my taxes, ridiculous medical bills and modest mortgage — is that I'm an avid collector of hardcover comic strips (not soft-'n-silky Ted Baker suits). Avid is somewhat of an understatement. You could say I need help, and I wouldn't disagree with you. On top of that, OCD is my middle name, so when I unboxed my long awaited birthday present only to find it half destroyed, I wanted to bite somebody's head off.
But I digress.
I was just wondering, after all those years of 'knowing' you, if perhaps you are a collector as well. Or maybe you used to be one? If so, what do you collect? What is it you like about collecting what anyone else might call "useless stuff"? Why does it make you happy or, if the word broke comes into play, unhappy? If you're not a collector, does collecting stuff seem like a complete waste of time to you?
My reason for collecting comics is escapism. It's that simple. Plus I like 'em to look good in the process. I'm weird and greedy that way.
Feel free to tell me I'm nuts, mental and seriously going overboard.
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