I was 5 years old, around Christmastime. My brother Kent took me to a local bookstore off the corner of Dayton-Xenia Rd. and Fairfield Rd. It hasn’t been there for ages, decades. I don’t know why we there, but I was looking at comics. I think he bought me a Star Wars comic. But while looking, I saw a comic with a goggled man clad in black pointing a gun directly at the reader. Behind him was a collage of newsprint. It was striking. It has remained burned in my brain for 33 years.