Foo Goo by John Ostrander, Del Close, and David Lloyd.

A response to a conversation I was having just this morning with a fellow on Facebook.

What I do here on Grantbridge Street is illegal. No matter which way I want to slice it, what excuses I can create to justify it, it's against the law. There's nothing on The Street that you can't find somewhere else on the internet, if you take the time to look; all I do is kind of gather those things up and place them in the one space, but that doesn't make what I'm doing here any less illegal. I try to give credit where credit's due, and I don't make any money out of it, but that doesn't make what I'm doing here any less illegal. Fair enough, it's not murder death kill style illegal, but it is very much illegal. I do it in the full knowledge that, at any given moment, the rug can be pulled from under me, and in the hope that I am not considered sufficient enough a transgressor that the rug-pulling will be all that I have to suffer. Every morning I open my email and there isn't a Cease & Desist waiting there for me is a bonus.

So, why do I do it, then? I do it because I love comics, and I want to share my love for comics with other people. Yeah, my reasons are that twee. I don't do it to "stick it to The Man" - let's be honest here, if it wasn't for The Man we wouldn't have any of these great comics in the first place. I do it because in my day-to-day life I don't get to share this love with other people, ever, and The Street is the one place where I can indulge the inner geekboy that has to hide away under all the football and the beer and the knob gags. Yeah. That's why I do it.

Anyways, that said and out of the way, here's a great little tale from DC's Wasteland # 1. . .