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The Rain On My Chest Is A Baptism - I'm Born Again.

I Moved To New York And Was Told, "go Back Home. We Don't Need You. Go Pump Gas. You're From Vermont. We've Got No Use For You. You're Not Drawing Guys In Tights." So, I Learned How To Draw Guys In Tights, And I Put Them In As Many Crime Situations As I Could.

Comics Are So Full Of Amazing Work. And I Can’t Look At A Drawing Of A Woman Without Thinking Of, For Instance, Wallace Wood And His Amazing Way Of Capturing Beauty.

The Most Questionable Thing I Did Was Make Superman A Government Agent. If This Had Been A Superman Story, I'd Never Have Done That - And I Know That, Because I Have A Superman Story I Want To Tell Someday. In This Story, Batman Was The Hero, So The World Was Built Around Him.

My Sin City Heroes Are Knights In Dirty, Blood-caked Armor. They Bring Justice To A World That Gives Them No Medals, No Praise, No Reward. That World, That City, Often Kills Them For Their Brave Service.