This all began with a comic script I was working on. I had a killer idea, one that would quietly build up steam over the course of (let’s just ballpark it and say) 18 issues into a stunning, heartfelt climax. So I scripted the first issue and it was boring as hell. Literally. Picture the hell of an adrenaline junkie. Picture the BMV, except with endless lines and you STILL can’t bring a water bottle or cell phone in lest you get yelled at because what if it were a bomb and the terrorists were attacking a suburban Bureau of Motor Vehicles office in northern Ohio. Then, turn that into a comic book script. That’s how boring it was.