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My City of Kandor

A colony of termites invaded my comic book box! Shocking news indeed!
The good news is that the termites were too busy eating the box and not the comic books. For some strange reason, they started eating the Alamat books rather than the American comic books. Goes to show they have taste? (You should have seen that joke coming.)

The termites also made a home a box full of old documents and sketches. Again, nothing valuable was really lost. It’s a good thing I put all the Alamat artwork in a separate box and pulled it out of that cabinet. But my doodles and sketches from high school and college are now all gone. I doubt that my drawings would eventually be compiled and sold as a coffee table book, but there are times when I just like to look back and see how my ideas started. I think the termites ate the sketchbook that had the Payaso sketches. It was half-eaten and covered with dirt and little termites running around.

Anyway, it just goes to show that the most valuable comic book is just food for the termites and getting sentimental pieces of paper doesn’t really matter to the colony.

So, right now, my little room has gotten smaller due to all my stuff being on the floor and I need to clean up and clear it all out.


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