Well, I always talk about how I used to work at an insane asylum and stuff, which is true, but to be honest, I just make crap up more than anything else.

There's a lot of fiction from that period that we're nostalgic for.

It's just people who grew up in that time are suddenly old enough to be creators themselves, but I think they have a little perspective. I'm 40 now, and I have children of my own. Before I forget my own childhood completely, I want to take some time to take a look at the '80s and think back.

I've been fortunate enough to travel to comic conventions in Portugal, France, Canada, and it's an honor to get to meet people from all over the world.

I mean, do you know what you get when you call a suicide hotline in New York city? A busy signal. Literally.

I start with something that makes me angry or confused, and then I write about it. It's a form of self-help.

Okay, is anyone else worried that some of the fruit didn't fall far enough away from the tree?