By the end of the 50s, everything began to collapse and, little by little, I lost all of my work. I lost Rex, the Wonder Dog and all the westerns.

All of the penciling was consistently done by one person and the inking was whoever could finish on time.

DC used to print up all of their pages, they were the only company that did it.

But generally speaking, people weren't fired, art jobs were very hard to get, so something really calamitous had to happen to a person who was working there in order for you to find a space.

I was not too smart and constantly mouthed off and didn't know anything.

Comics were going down for the second time and here, all of a sudden, came this thing and for the next fifteen years, romance comics were about the top sellers in the field; they outsold everything.

I think the lack of precision and deep focus is why it took me years to build up my work.