I have some missing time.
If you’re reading this in the first place, there’s a very good chance that you’ve devoted an irrational amount of mental horsepower to remembering the imaginary history of fictional people. (Or maybe I’m just projecting. )
Have you ever been in the middle of a sentence like, “Uh, there is a blatant continuity error in Secret War #1: Wolverine claims to have never met Peter Parker out of costume, but apparently, snort, he has forgotten about 1987’s Web of Spider-Man #29, snort snort,” and suddenly thought, “Say… what was the name of my seventh grade teacher? Hm. No idea. I can remember this superhero team-up I read a single time, yet I cannot remember the name of a woman/tormentor who actually existed in my physical world when I bought it, and who I saw for hours every day for nine months of my tangible, non-imagined life”?
This is exactly how the remaining tatters of my mind operate. That’s a real example above. Logan tracked Peter Parker by scent so he could offer condolences for the death of Peter’s friend Ned Leeds. Because Peter is Peter, he felt like it was all his fault. You know Peter. (By which I mean you don’t, because he is not a person.) They fought some street toughs. I bought it on a Monday night. ALF was on. I have never touched the book since, but I can still see it.
Mullin? Was it Mrs. Mullin?
I think she had brown hair. Or gray. I’m prepared to say with certainty that she wasn’t bald.
I’ve mostly made peace with having a wedge of swiss cheese for a brain and am now just placidly waiting for the Mad Cow to claim me. Since I joined the team here at iFanboy, though, there’s been one memory gap that has been gnawing at me. I’ve seen a lot of comic lovers’ personal stories on this site, and I’ve shared a lot of my own. We’ve talked about how we got into comics; we’ve talked about our first shops. Reading these stories, I’ve noticed that one chapter seems to pop up again and again: among comic fans who are roughly my age, almost everyone reading comics abruptly stopped for 5-10 years, no matter how avid they were. How many of you found this site after “coming back” to comics? If that number is below 75%, I owe somebody a Coke.
I’m no different. My story has that chapter too… but the pages are all ripped out. I do not know why I stopped reading comics.
As a kid, I spent every nickel that fell into my clutching, grasping paws on comics. You would think that the day I left them behind would be burned into my hippocampus with a branding iron. I should have had this big moment when Winnie Cooper laughed at me for reading Man-Thing, and as I looked at her in the warm light of dusk, an oldie played in the background and I dropped the comic in the gutter, knowing that Life Would Never Be The Same Again.
Nothing remotely like that happened. (I don’t think. Did it??) More likely, I don’t remember it because it just didn’t seem important so I made no note of it at the time. Whatever time that was.
I do not like knowing more about Iceman’s history than I know about my own, so I resolved myself to get some answers the only way I could in 2009: forensically. I would have to brave the Closet of Long Boxes and, if disturbing them did not cause a fatal avalanche, go through the comics to see once and for all when they’d stopped coming in.
I had to sift through a lot of wreckage, poring over the tightly-crammed back issues like they were rings on a tree. After a while, I began to see enough patterns to reconstruct my story.
The weak links began breaking during the first semester of eighth grade. By then, I remember feeling like I was buying everything that came out, but it looks like I finally reached the breaking point and began dropping the ones that didn’t move me. Goodbye, Marvel Comics Presents #16 (July 1988); you came out too often and cost too much. Goodbye, Iron Man #234 and The Avengers #307 (September ’88); one day, adult me will wish he’d kept buying you, but I ain’t adult me. I’m the me with a $5 allowance.
The following summer, apparently, I decided to put away childish things. In April of ’89, my subscription to The Transformers ended with #51, and I let it. I had a complete run of the book up to that point; many of the issues are boxed in the same plain paper wrappers they were mailed in. (If you’re the type to bag and board your comics, seeing the way Marvel subscriptions were mailed out in the eighties would make you gouge your eyes out to protect them from the horror.) I stopped reading G.I. Joe just one month later with #86, and two months after that I dropped Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles with #23. Looking at these books now, the most bewildering thing is not why I dropped them but how long I’d kept reading them. I was sure I’d bailed on G.I. Joe years earlier, but apparently I was damn near high school age before it finally got too silly for me.
Then, as the leaves fell on 1989, came the Great Purge.
August: The last West Coast Avengers.
September: The last What If…?.
November: The last Captain America and She-Hulk.
December: The last Uncanny X-Men and The Amazing Spider-Man.
This is where it got serious. I’d been reading X-Men slavishly since before Longshot was on the team, and Spider-Man… well, I may have kept buying a couple of books, but I know myself, and once I stopped reading Spider-Man I’d given up on comics. Looking at the issues themselves, as hard as it is for me to believe today, apparently Todd McFarlane left the book and I dropped it like it was made of cactus. Erik Larsen apparently took it over, but I never even gave him a chance.
What happened to me in the fall of 1989? Well… I started high school, for one thing. Could it really be that simple and cliched? When you hear people talk about this, they always chuckle and say, “I got into high school and discovered girls.” That’s just the easy way of getting out of admitting you have no idea what happened, isn’t it? I went to an all boys’ school and couldn’t drive. There wasn’t a living girl who could identify me on sight when I was fourteen years old. But as I look at the comics themselves, what do I see? I see the lame and pointless “Acts of Vengeance” crossover. I see the X-Men spinning their wheels in Australia. I see a lot of stories I didn’t care about then and don’t care about now. I see the work of artists who I knew by name for the first time.
I stuck it out with The Incredible Hulk until February of ’90; for some reason I hung in there with X-Factor until the summer, despite how little sense that makes to me now. Could X-Factor have really been my last comic? I have Excaliburs all the way up to November 1991, but that can’t be right. I don’t care if I have the books right in front of me; there is simply no way the last comic I was reading was Excalibur. I’m not Ron. I must have gone back and gotten them later.
And that’s the other thing I learned from my long boxes. I “stopped reading,” but I kept sneaking back to test the waters, especially around ’93-’94 (my freshman year of college). I guess I never really wanted to leave, but the comics didn’t want to keep me. It’s like I poked my head in the room every few months, like a waitress checking on a table. “How we doing over here? Still awful?”
I have X-Men #1, and Rob Liefeld’s last issue of New Mutants somehow. I have the first appearance of Gambit and a bunch of Peter David’s X-Factor. (What was with me and X-Factor?) I have an issue of Iron Man where he fights Venom for some reason. I have a little “Maximum Carnage” and a whooole bunch of hooey and applesauce about Broken Back Batman. I have Marvels.
Why didn’t I stick with it after Marvels?
I don’t know. I do know the next 10 books in the box are the beginning of the “Clone Saga.” I wouldn’t buy a comic again for the rest of the decade.
Jim Mroczkowski now suspects nobody reads this line anyway, monkey baby Lexapro tennis. If they did, giraffe neck apple bottom, he’d have way more Twitter followers and even get an e-mail every now and again. Snausage.
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I don’t know if I really quit comics at any point. Like it wasn’t a conscious decision. But other things, like Goosebumps books and pogs (let’s bring them BACK) took their place. And comic shops in my area closed down. Even when I wasn’t reading single issues regularly I was still picking up Batman and Spider-Man comics in trades. The first time I bought comics on a weekly basis was in the spring of 2006.
I have quit a few times.
My local shop closed when I was entering middle school and I decided to give Nightwing a try via DC’s mailing service. I did not recieve my comics untill a full year later when all 12 magically appeared in my inbox. Perhaps the mailing system has improved.
Ihave now "quit" comics on a montlhy basis because I need to save for my contiuning ed. I’m less likely to buy trades because I can’t justify spending $15 bucks for 6 or 7 issues. And DC has an attrociuos trade progrman.
I’ve only bought two comicssince quitting in Oct. Scott Pilgrim Volume five and the fun romp that was Mike Dawson’s Superfun touching and affordable
Freddie & Me: A Coming-of-Age (Bohemian) Rhapsody (those of you who can’t get "indy books" on account of store size should give it a read. $6 for a complete story.) Buy, using the Ifanboy Amazonstore!
Anyway, I’m somewhat glad to be away from the monthly grind of Things That Never Really Change, tohugh a large part of me wants in on New Kypton
Basically, I want self contianed complete stories and as suxh, most trades don’t even qualify.
Do you remember what brouught you back Jim.
I know that I FEEL like I "got back into comics" around freshman year of high school, and that in grade school, I lived and died by the X-Men animated series on Saturday mornings, but something in the middle cooled down, and I’m not entirely sure what. I know that it wasn’t Girls, since I was reading comics again in high school (by that point I was confident enough that the right girl for me would be okay with my obsessions). Perhaps I had grown up a little and had stopped shoplifting books from 7-11, and then after I started getting my first jobs I started reading again? But it was still random Spidey and X-Books until my sophomore or junior year when I found a comic shop that I really enjoyed going to every week. I remember that they would allow me a paltry two book a month pull, and that consisted of Uncanny and Adjectiveless X-Men (since Wizard had just done an article that suggested Grant Morrison was starting a run soon, and that I could likely start reading EVERY ISSUE EVERY MONTH). Soon, House of M hit, and by that point I was working at said shop for store credit, so I used it to read EVERY House of M tie-in that I could get my hands on. I soon discovered the Ultimate Universe and before I knew it, I was a full on Marvel Zombie.
Then someone handed me a Y: The Last Man trade, and I realized there was so much more. And then I managed to drop my "big two" superhero titles down to the ones that I really enjoy, and developed a taste for the Indy stuff that doesn’t involve capes at all.
That’s pretty much my story.
"monkey baby Lexapro tennis"
Genius. Well played, sir.
I can sum up why I quit in 3 words (though I may not be able to spell them)
Age of Apocalypse
I didn’t come back for a long time, and I still trade wait to this day. The things that brought me back were the all encompasing Bone book and the Marvel Knights Daredevil tpbs.
I never really stopped, as i never actually started until my senior year of high school. I was slowly coming to terms with my geekiness throughout high school and it kinda blossemed that year. My first issue I ever bought was x-men 190, with that great iceman/mystique cover
I have never gone longer than a year or so without collecting comics since 1984. When I was younger it was basically because of finanaces. As I have gotten older, it is mainly because of being sick of wasting my money on a stack of comics that has about 3 or 4 good stories and a ton of meh to go with them. Listening to this podcast brought me back to comics but I don’t buy weeklies. I listen for what is good and then wait for the trades. It sometimes gets tempting to start up the weekly habit because I can afford it and I could participate more in the discussions, but I don’t want to start getting mad at the stack of crap again and drop comics all together.
I wrote out a detailed story about the times I’ve quit and the various reasons why…but then Firefox crashed. Needless to say, I’ve taken breaks because of circumstance but never really quit full on.
I started reading comics when I was around 3 or so. By reading, I mean looking at the pretty panels and filling in my own dialogue. This was about when Jim gave up on them. I had exhausted the coloring book selection at the pharmacy down the street from my mother’s dancing school, so the three times a week I would have to go with her there while my dad worked, she would spend a $1 a day and get me Batman or X-Men comics. Also at this time USA was showing the classic Batman series and Nick-At-Nite was showing Superman. I read comics from then until…. I want to say ’94 or ’95.
I don’t really recall what I read during that time, honestly. I remember having X-Men #1. I remember having read some Green lantern with Hal Jordan but I can’t quite place it. But somewhere around 94 or 95 I stopped. And I’m not sure what it was linked to. Probably the arrival of gameboy, Sega Genesis and the like. As well, my dad’s shifts changed and I only had to go to the dancing school once a week instead of three times. Oh, and I think we got the Internet in ’96. I can’t recall my last issue, but I have, over the years, found some random issues form the time period: Robin #10 (Zero Hour). A random GI Joe issue. Scatted issues of Age of Apocalypse. Wolverine #75, X-Men #25, Generation X #1. Juding by where these books line up, my last issues were around the end of ’94, with a little bleed into ’95. A very odd time for comics.
From time to time when we visited NY, I stop in a Hudson news and check out the slightly out-of-date comics on their shelves. I picked up the one where Kitty Pyrde is surrounded by Thunderbird, Douglock and Captain Marvel. Oh, and they were skrulls. There was also a comic shop not far from home that I would somtimes look in while my parents went food shopping. I never really bought too much.
I was pulled back into comics in ’99 when a friend of my deceased aunt’s gifted me the first 25 issues of Spawn. I read them in one go, enjoyed it, but didn’t do anything with it. About a year later, I got interested in finally "finishing" my Star Wars: Dark Empire & Dark Empire II collections, which had a few holes in them from casual buying since ’95. So I went to a comic shop with my father, and he gave $10 bucks. I couldn’t finish my Star Wars, but I did find their Spawn collection and, because of Spawn’s over-saturation, was able to get about 12 issues fro that $10 from a back issue bin. We would go maybe once a month over the next year with money I saved up, and my dad tossing in an extra $5 or $6 to help "round out" my numbers (So if I bought up to 57 on my money, he’d help me get to 60).
By 2001, I was caught up to Monthly Spawn and realized I wanted more. So I picked up X-Men, my old stand by. It was a bit meh, and I almost dropped it if not for reading a Wizard interview with Morrison about his upcoming arc. New X-Men kept me in comics. it’s funny, though, that the first real #1 for an ongoing series that I collected from start to finish was Green Arrow (vol. 2) #1 by Kevin Smith. It’s a real badge of pride for me! :-p But odd that it took me 15 years to get to that point. It’s now been almost 8 years since I started back in comics and I haven’t taken a break yet. I’ve gone through some periodic cullings, slowdowns and months of having so many books it hurts. But I wouldn’t give up reading the characters and medium that I love for anything!
I stopped reading at around 1998…I was reading Spider-man and Batman issues like mad. But after awhile video games and tv took over. So I just sold all my issues (by which my parents did) and I just forgot about them.
Then in 2004 I read Kingdom Come and I got back into the business. It took a few more years until I could find an LCS to make a pull bin….But thankfully this site helped me with that before all that came into play. To be perfectly honest, I probably read comics more then ever because of this site. I go on it so much and comment all the friggin time. (By the time your reading this I might have left comments on every article on this site!) So thanks to you guys and gals of this website I was able to find a community that’ll hear my opinions (with little force) and met some very nice people.
I can’t pinpoint an exact comic, but I did go through a transition in high school. I had been reading books like The New Defenders and West Coast Avengers, and even… yes… Power Pack. I remember buying the Squadron Supreme series around 8th grade. Then, I faded from all of those books, but riiiiight when I would have quit, I started discovering more mature reader books: Denny O’Neill’s The Question. Frank Miller’s Elektra. And then around ’88 or ’89, Rolling Stone magazine had its annual "Hot Issue," and for the first time they focused on the "hot" medium of comic books. This led me to pre-Vertigo Vertigo titles like Animal Man, Sandman, Hellblazer, and Doom Patrol, as well as indie books like Love and Rockets, etc. I got really into that stuff, and it, in turn, eventually led me back into super-heroes.
Damn man, now that you mention it, I can’t remember what the last book I read was at the time. Was it because Spidey had a clone, Thor looked like a pro wrestler, Cap had body arrmor and a shield launcher, a combination of all of these plus others? I really have no recollection.
I thank Bendis for bringing me back. I wondered into a comic shop at the mall while my girlfriend was shopping and saw the cover for Ultimate Spiderman #34 and thought to myself: "Spidey’s getting the symbiote back?" I read it, liked it but could tell I was out of the loop and got the trades. Loved them so I googled "Bendis" and found out he was doing Avengers…It just snowballed from there.
Oh, and I have no memory of any but 3 of my teachers ether, but I’m cool with it.
First tiime I quit was sometime in high school – can’t remember how or why. I remember bringing them to study hall all the time in 7th and 8th grade, but can’t remember why I stopped.
Came back freshmen year in college with issue 2 of the Claremont-Lee X-men and when hard and heavy for about two years. I’ve got all the Image launch books, the bad back Batman, a first-printing of Death of Superman trade, all those early-90s pre-bust books. Then, when Magneto ripped Wolverine’s adamantium out of his body, I said, "Dan, it’s time to stop this." It was an obvious idea and I was angry it took this long to happen. Also, it was around this time I started drinking and partying, so that probably contributed as well. I may have hung on to a few titles, but that was the one that got me off X-men, and thus, really, out of comics.
Came back again about 11 years (really? Already?) ago. I’d always kept an eye out at the local shop, picking up the Clerks comics and Cho’s Liberty Meadows when it came out. Then, on a recommendation, I picked up the first Sandman trade and loved it. Then I was only going to read Vertigo books and got the rest of Sandman and started Preacher (f’n forget it after that point.) Lucifer started right around the time I read Seasons of Mist and I started buying that. BKV’s Swamp Thing started around the same time, and I picked that up. Picked up Kingdom Come, then started looking for Ross stuff. Then there was a write-up about Powers in Wizard, and then Bendis started writing everything. Now I’m trying to pare down a list of 100-plus single issues a month.
Well done Jimski, like many people I say that I stopped buying comics between the last year of high school and the first year of college because I discovered girls, alcohol and lack the money to do everything. It’s partially true I guess, but the hard truth is comics just got boring at that point, they werent’ interesting to me. The last huge events I remember reading are Heroes reborn from Marvel and One Milion from DC.
I kept returning to the comic book store for "Preacher", though, it was the title that I "needed" to know the end, it did helped Garth Ennis announced that # 65 (or #66, I don’t recall) was going to be the final issue. After preacher ended I was done with comics for a long time ( around 5 years, or something like that).
I quit when I was sixteen. I don’t remember a conscious choice to quit comics. It just sorta happened. Driver’s liscense, girlfriend, life in general all intervened and comics dropped by the wayside. I resumed reading comics in 2004 and can’t imagine a reason for giving them up again – except a complete lack of funds to sustain my habit.
Definitely in that percentile that has come back after about 15 years absence with one small stint when Fathom came out. Previously, I quit on the last issue of X-cutioner’s Song. It was the last part of the insane crossover. I loved it, but didn’t have access. I then had to start working to make my own money and lived in the middle of nowhere. Comics were hard to get and I was much more concerned with part time jobs, school, and video games, that I dropped them altogether. I found them recently and realized I still kept the plastic covers. Smart investment, I hope. haha.
Why I quit was really simple. My daughter was my husband and I happy little oops. He was in school I was working a series of crappy jobs and once we learned we actually had to attempt to feed and clothe another human being on the laughable amount of money we survived on. The blood bank money had to go to more essential things like food that wasnt Raman. All tangled up in raising a baby I kindda forgot about how much I loved comics. Then My grandma sent me a box of comics she found at her house from when I spent the summer when I was a kid. And the spark was reborn. I hunted down my LCS and have re addicted ever since.
Well I had a comic book shop that I could ride my bike to in about 10 minutes when I was in fifth and sixth grade. Then they closed down and i had to ride to another shop in the next town over when I was in seventh and eighth grade. They closed that shop sometime when I was a freshman in high school because of the speculation market saturation crap. I got out to the comic shop at the mall every once in a while after that but everytime I got there, everything good was pretty much gone already. They weren’t ordering much anymore. Next thing I knew, Nintendo64 came out and I had something else to spend my money on as well as a lot of weed.
The Dark Knight got me back into reading Batman so I still have quite a bit of trades to catch up on, I have covered a bit of them already though. If the great depression we’re having here now makes these comic shops go bust, then I’m just going to subscribe to all the Batman books, get 36 issues of Amazing Spiderman for $49, and be out.
I remember sitting at the dinner table one night, maybe around the beginning of eighth grade year, and declaring that I was quitting comics. It wasn’t an interest thing, but more a fiscal choice, my 13 year old brain finally acknowledging that I was spending way too much money on that crap. I started in comics during the beginning of the 90s boom, and when I left, it was just starting to bust. I dabbled in college here and there, but financials kept me from committing. But now that I have a grown up job, and I’m all in again…and loving it!
You look like Kovacs.
My 7th grade teacher was named Ms. Hutchen. Black hair, thin & tall. Her husnband was a city worker. She had two kids. Both boys; Eric and Joshua.
Never stopped reading comics wholly. But slowed down dramatically during college. Slowy began reading more & more after university.
I believe Jim stopped reading comics at exactly the same time I did, maybe a few months later, because I just missed the X-Men #1/Spider-Man #1 wave. I remember it, but i never bought them. Also, I don’t really remember what it was either, that made me stop. But then again, Jim is my mid-west doppelganger. Except my hair didn’t get curly until I was older.
I have that Iron Man/Venom issue around somewhere! It was right around when Tony debuted the Modular suit which was a great suit. It was part of the Crash and Burn saga where Kaminski seemingly crammed every semi-popular 90’s creation into the story to try to beat up on Iron Man for some stuff Stane did when he was running Stark International.
I started reading when I was 7 and could bike down to the local comic store named "The Friendly Neighbourhood Comic Shop" in Brampton that was 1985 I read until High School when I moved from my store to another city in ’94 and lost access to a comic shop. I started reading floppies again at my old job from 2001-03 in University, bought them off a rack in a 7-11. When I lost that job I stopped for a year.
I started stealing some games/movies/t.v. at the end of University and found that people were uploading comics. I downloaded a lot of stuff for a year, which hooked me. Started feeling like crap for downloading comics and stopped that was 2005 I think. I had locomotion by that point found a comic book store called "The Rogues Gallery" and have ear marked 100 dollars a month to the habit. I just got all the Y: The Last Man from my Mother for Christmas, a great marvel Omni Bus from my wife…neither wife or mother understand but they are forgiving. I’m still desperately trying to get that first Y into my wifes hand…I’m and addict now trying to spread his addiction to his wife, does that make me evil 😉
Oh and I don’t remember most of my teachers either…7th grade I draw a total blank.
For good or for ill, I never quit reading comics. I started in 1990 regularly buying four comics (Amazing Spider-man, Darkhawk, New Warriors, and What If?) from a local Seven Eleven. I dabbled in a Captain America, Iron Man, and Avengers but in the early years those books never made it into my regular rotation. When Superman died I read all four titles during the "Return of Superman" (Batman’s broken back and Hal Jordan going crazy didn’t interest me beyond any single foil or glow in the dark cover). I picked up an issue of adjectiveless X-Men, because the cover had X-Men fighting X-Men and seemingly Magneto died at the end of it. I read every Venom series and Maximum Carnage was a lot of fun.
Around the time I went into high school Age of Apocalypse had just wrapped up. I didn’t quit reading comics I doubled the amount I read. I started picking up every X-Men title Marvel was selling then. I was an X-Men fan through Onslaught and Zero Tolerance and THEN I had enough (I don’t think I picked up an X-Men comic again until Joss Whedon). I also collected the first round of Marvel VS DC in high school. I had ditched Amazing a little before the Clone Saga began, but I picked it back up along with the rest of the Spider-man titles when Ben Reilly wore the webs. I read Marvels, Kingdom Come, AND Ruins. I kept giving Superman and Kyle Rayner a chance, but they never held my interest. Heroes Reborn and Heroes Return started a run on Avengers that has been going strong up until the present. Thunderbolts was awesome.
My last year of high school and through college I read Earth X, Universe X, and Paradise X (I wasn’t a fan of the Lord of the Rings or Matrix trilogies, but Marvel’s dystopic future was compelling). Peter David’s runs on Captain Marvel and Young Justice were always at the top of my stacks. However now was when I was starting to feel burned out. Grant Morrison’s X-Men weren’t all that appealing. I wasn’t reading anything by Bendis. I was going backwards into Alan Moore’s immaculate catalogue and considering dropping monthly stuff altogether. I meandered through the mid 2000’s with I cant remember what and was ready to quit altogether in 2005. Ironically, it was the end of House of M that held my interest just long enough for me to find this site. Then Civil War happened, the Death of Captain America, Secret Invasion… I am a lifer (and a MASSIVE Marvel zombie, apparently).
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Im twenty six and i have been reading comics since i was about 8 years old, and i remember leaving comics around the time the whole Onslaught saga started, i think i stopped reading them around the time I started dating a cheerleader in my last year of junior high. I then came back to comics my freshman year of college when i read the Watchmen for the first time, and i was completely floored…
I stopped reading in the early ’90’s because I had no money. No allowance, no job, nothing. I didn’t get a steady job until 2000, but by then, I’d basically forgotten about comics. Then, Civil War happened, and someone reminded me that I once said I’d get back into comics when I had money. So I got back and that was that.
I only quit comics entirely once. It was 1998. But it wasn’t through response to an issue or storyline. It was all down to relocation.
In 1998 I went off to University. Where I grew up in Britain I had access to two comic book stores. But I was departing there for University on the coast of Wales. Aberystwyth. The town’s become a bit more cosmopolitan now, but ten years back there was not a lot there to service the average student more than a small cinema and near 50 pubs. Seriously.
I’d done my research before. There was a store in town called ‘Millennium Comics’. I was happy. Small Welsh town, sure, but they had A comic book store. Only to my disappointment when I went there they’d stopped selling comics. I kid you not. They’d decided to specialise only in selling collectibles and trading cards. No comics for me… 🙁 Interestingly enough the store closed completely the following year. It’s their own fault, in my opinion.
I started up again in 2001, when I started making money again and had access. But I missed quite a bit in between.
i stop read comics in 1995 that when my son was born and i dont have the time but litter by litter got back in to it i had a box of unread book calling my name. now my son is 14 and im back to reading
I think it was the "Blood" crossover books that did me in. The Avengers/X-men one called Bloodties, and the Thor/Warlock&TIW one called Blood and Thunder. All those crossovers just made me tired of comics and I dropped everything until I was just reading Guardians of the Galaxy, and then that ended.
Also I’d like to say that I discovered girls, but it was really Magic: The Gathering.
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I stoped reading after the great onslought event because heros rebon sucked so much ass … x-men was a bit longer on my reading list , but operation zero tolerance made me drop out . mainly because of the terrible black energy worm guy and the bone girl on the team … and because gambit wa sleft in the ice … a fe years later i saw secret war by bendis and totally bought it because of the amazing art… by th
I never stopped, but I went through lulls where I only bought a few books. Sadly, I went back and bought a LOT of the stuff I missed. And if there was a major company x-over between 1985-2001 or so, I have it. My secret shame made public!