1973 had killed my mother and taken away the two
girlfriends that I wrote about in the "Conjurella"
sequel, "Conjurella Messiah: Necronomicon
Monks". The automobile accident that had claimed
my mother's life, had left my father a temporary cripple.
I was 25 then, and alcoholism and irresponsibility and
artistic idealism had left me the mental age of 13, the
age that Jackie is now.
So it was then that I met The Russian Girl, who
wasn't a girl at all, but was almost three decades
older than me. She and her husband offered to help.
They brought food, did laundry, and offered
The Russian Girl taught me how to make pancakes
for my dad; when I lost her love, I lost that talent,
and I never can again.
One day, she was helping me wash dishes, and
chattering about nonsense, and I couldn't take it
any more, so I pushed her into a corner and kissed
She was old, and wrinkled, and gorgeous.
She said for two cents, she'd leave her husband
and marry me, but I didn't have two cents, and
she left me.
It still hurts, even though now, she's probably
in a nursing home, and hobbles along on a walker,
trying to find her false teeth. But I'd still hold
her again, the way I did...
The way I did the last time.
At first, we were so bold as to hug and kiss in
the next room, as, nearby, her unsuspecting husband
discussed sports and hunting with my bed-ridden
dad, as I played the radio, loud. Then, in
October of 1973, she took me to the Detroit Triple Fan Fair
comic convention, where, as a celebrity guest, I was
provided with a free table to sell all of my
comic book collection, and move to Ann Arbor, or perish.
Though my support at Warren Publishing Company
had weakened, in October of 1973, I was still a comic
book star, and fellow comic book stars like Barry
Smith and Steve Skeates rallied about me. My dealer's
table did well, but in a few weeks, I was broke in Ann
Arbor, and I called again for the support of The
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