If I had one quality that really ruined me and at the same time helped me, it was the fact that I never stopped looking, and by that time I was really working at it.

I was hired as a penciler.

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.

But I was also a big mouth, I started to develop a troubled relationship with Harry Shorten.

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

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

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.