DAMN, I LOVE EVERYTHING ABOUT THIS PICTURE.
I did this a few years ago, but I can’t remember why.
I love the colors on this comic. It’s like a kick in the eyeballs, only instead of hurting it makes me appreciate a comic book cover kicking me in the eyes since I now see the mystery that is life in a whole new light. Also, when a comic cover kicks you in the eyes or anywhere in the face really, you have to admit that’s something special.
Once upon a time, obscene phone calls were quaint and wacky.
The night this was taken, say June 21st, 1965, a mom and her eight-year old son ran in through a steady rain into this grocery store to get milk, a can of peas, and a jar of peanut butter a few minutes before the store closed. On the way out, the kid picks up an issue of the DC comic Metamorpho. The mom makes him put it back. He sneaks it out under his rain coat, where it will go directly under his bed to avoid being caught. Later the boy reads it in bed by the hall light. Another line of rain comes through late that night and he falls asleep with it in his hands.
He has to retun the comic the next morning and is grounded for a week.
