I remembered the hours I spent looking deep into the cover. Free falling in. It is not a pretty sight. No rocket science why this is called Hard Looks. Some comics are actually bought because of the cover. I dare you to look deep. Go ahead, it won’t bite...
I had this long time back. Back when I still had spine. When I was young and stupid, blowing my salary away. When I was still angry. When I still had something to prove. When I thought I had to dissent. When I thought I had to resist. To rebel. To not conform. Truth is, I had this when I was totally absorbed in Delano 2020 Visions and Frank Quitely and Geoff Darrows. And Moebius
Free Falling Moebius style
Anyone who had read Delano 2020 Visions will know that our lives are fucked. But that that is now so old. So what's next after you wake up one day and find that your once vanilla-flavored life is fucked? Your one time marriage is fucked? Your one time career is fucked? Your one time savings is fucked? Your one time friends are more fucked than you think? What's next? What's next after fuck?
I did not know then what I did not know now. But I did what I did. I took the Hard Looks at the fucked up life. I took the Vachss second chance. And here I am typing this review. So help me god if I refuse to just lie down and die! So help me god you fucked up deity, if I am still in debts from years ago. So help me god if there's a god, if I refuse to be an emotional carcass because I messed up my life. So help me god and fuck you god if I am unable to keep my job for more than 3 years at a stretch. So go fuck yourself god if I have to be screwed each time I start to do well in a job. So help me god and damn your god shit if I still have to live in that stink hole each and every day. So help me god if this is my review of Hard Looks. Go read it yourself.
I threw out Hard Looks along with DeLano 2020 Visions in those fits of insanity years ago. Yeah, I am kicking myself. It would do real good right now to take another hard look at that damn Hard Looks.
We all live lives of quiet desperation. Maybe some of us are just more vocal and write about it. Maybe some of us are just more physical and express it. Maybe some among us just don't want to care anymore. So what? So some of us still write old fashioned reviews here and there and refuses to even twit when everyone else is going cuckoo.
To all the legalistic word pressing fakers: You know who you are. No question about it. But take a hard look at some of us and look in deep. And then look back within yourself and ask why. We are no uglier than you. Whether you are conscious of who you are, you best decide for yourself. Whether you want to take your own hard looks at your shit-moral-damning responsibility, make it clear. So I don't have to bother with Hard Looks each time I hear about you.
