Peter Parker: [voiceover] Who am I? You sure you want to know? The story of my life is not for the faint of heart. If somebody said it was a happy little tale... if somebody told you I was just your average ordinary guy, not a care in the world... somebody lied.
yes I know Stan lee didn't work alone
yes I know he's not directly cinema related
but the characters he helped create have been a part of media for a looooong time. I mean look at his contribution to cinema...the"marvel cinematic universe" alone.
as a kid everyone always said I was bright. In kinder I made a painting the teacher talked to my parents about it and the following year I was placed in gifted classes...obviously it didn't last but that was largely because school was the only place I had to get away from the troubles at home. It was a vacation for me and I never was able to focus...one teacher got so frustrated when I was in second grade that he sent me to kindergarten classes for a few days.
my life was just full of a lot of adults who failed me. No one knew about the abuse at home. My own father let me down the most but at the same time he's part of the reason I'm a geek and he gave me tools that helped me escape from the harsh reality of my home life.
For a whole week growing up when my parents were still together my dad and I put together a jumbo sized marvel characters puzzle in the dinning room table, causing us to have to eat in the living room.
Dad is an army man who when I was a tyke would go around entertaining me with hulk impersonations...when my parents divorced and my mom met my stepfather one of the first acts he did was taking my action figures to the swapmeet. My childhood gone but not forgotten. My issues as a child paled in comparison to say Spiderman (fav) fighting doctor octopus or the fantastic four fighting a guy who eats worlds....stan lee was someone I didn't think I would ever get a signature tattoo from but then one day at comickazee it happened. 09/15/12 Days before my 32nd bday I was in line with my youngest sister at a comic convention. An assistant read out what item people wanted signed
POSTER!
COMIC!
"what did you bring to get signed?"
"my arm..."
"ARM!"
then it was my time and I swear ...i got that feeling of time standing still. Everybody around me faded and it was just me and Stan...i just thanked him...over and over...he helped me so much on those nights I wished I was stronger so I wouldn't bruise as hard...or when I wished I could fly away from it all. This signature..this tattoo that one was for me..for that kid that made it through.
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