I'm a writer?

Chapter 1

For some reason I got this silly notion that I am a writer.  I used to have no idea why but now I do.  Rob.....I blame Rob.  I guess a little history is in order here.

You see it all started a number of years ago, I can't remember how many because I just don't remember.  As you can tell this moment I am going to tell you about left a lasting impression.  We both work at a bank but we didn't know each other.  Heck until I saw him at the comic shop during lunch one day I didn't know he read comics.  To look at Rob now you would think he is an anti-social, homicidal, crazy (it's the hair)Star Wars freak who likes toys and has tatoo's.  And you would be mostly right, except for the homicidal part, he's a teddy bear.   Back then he just looked like a Star Wars freak.  It's been an interesting few years let me tell you.   But I digress.

After I found out that Rob worked across the hall from me.  I found out his name from a fellow comic/sci-fi/pop culture/movie/TV/nerd, Johnny.  Johnny told me what Rob's name was and where he worked at in the bank.  Johnny assured me Rob was really a good guy.  Most of the time I agree with that... Once I found out where he sat, I just went over an introduced myself to him.  I think it went something like this "Hello, my name is Heath, I like Batman".  And he replied "How cool is that?  I like Star Wars but only becuase my mom and dad made me.  I wanted to like and be Batman but until this moment I did not know such a thing was allowed". If you are waiting for me to say "just kidding" I am sorry to disapoint you, this is really what happened.  Weird huh?

We talked for a bit, we could have been working; but really, who works at work?  We found out that we had a lot in common, we both liked comics, toys, cartoon, etc.  Yes I am fully aware that I am a grown man, but really I just grew older I really never "grew up".  I mean in all honesty why?  Who says you have to stop liking toys or cartoons or comics once you reach a certain age?  I mean  all men are really just grown boys, even those guys who like sports and cars and tech and stuff, I mean they are all toys of some form or another.  Sorry for that geek rant, I don't know where that came from. I need a 1966 Batmobile from Hot Wheels, that should help these sudden mood swings.  Soon we were going to lunch once a week at the comic shop picking up books and heading to the King for some whopper love.  Which is a one way love, because the whopper doesn't love you back let me tell you.  We would sit and talk not just about toys or comics or stuff like that but we would talk about our lifes, our dreams, our hopes.

End Chapter 1